First Unit 5 Story Reflection

From this story I learned to not only stand up for yourself, but to also try. I can relate to some of this story because of my background with playing the piano. Although I was not forced, I did this by choice, I was forced to perform. I hated to perform, and still to this day do. My mom would drag me to the performances no matter how many times I said I wouldn't go or cried my eyes out. I would see the disappointment on her face when I would walk out and refuse to play. I would have to listen to the disappointment in my piano teachers voice when I told her I wasn't going to attend the performances. Then I also saw the disappointment on my dad's face when he would leave work to see me and I wouldn't be there. But like the girl in the story my teacher made me hold a tennis ball in my hand so I would play with high wrists. I also know the spine chilling feeling of playing the wrong note and not being able to get back on track, when I did end up performing. I still love to play the piano, but I will never perform.....ever.