I love music. When I was in fourth grade, I started playing the cello and continued to do so for 9 years. I don’t know why I picked the cello. I really wanted to play the saxophone or the drums, but instead I picked an instrument that required me to play classical music verses all the fun songs the band got to play. I remember in high school, the strings were the worst part during our winter and spring concert. I never really admitted how embarrassed I was to be a part of a musical group that everyone disliked. I’ll put it out there–we sucked. Now that I haven’t played the cello in 4 years, I would honestly love to be a part of the terrible musical group again. I miss my fingers and arm hurting from playing with such intensity. I miss reading the music. I miss the concerts. I really miss the feeling. The feeling cannot be described. It is one of those things that there are no words on how it feels to play music–to be a part of some thing so extraordinary.
