As I studied my most recent composition lit by my grand piano lamp, the Piano Lamp which my grandmother gave me, I looked back on my life and all that I have been through. When I was younger I was always drawn to music and the arts. Math never really interested me. There was no room for interpretation, there was no legroom. Either you were right or wrong. There was no creativity.

However, in music you can explore many possibilities. There is no right or wrong answer. I started piano lessons really early,practicing under a very old Grand Piano Lamp. My family didn’t have a lot of money; however, my mother scraped together what she could in order to pay the old lady across the street. Truly at first I was not very good at all. I practiced and practiced and I just couldn’t seem to get it.

However, one day everything just clicked. I understood the notes and tone and everything. I was in love. From that day on I have played the piano just about everyday, and I have loved it ever since. In high school I started playing with the concert band and the strings. I even played a solo or two. It was my high school band teacher, who encouraged me to start writing my own music.
At first the process was awkward and unnatural. I got writers block and often started over. Over the next two years I gradually started to gain more and more confidence about my pieces. When I was 18 I was the chosen as the main performance at the concert at my high school. I performed Beethoven and one of my own compositions. I got a standing ovation! College was a blur. All I did was practice, write music, and go to class. Once done I joined the Cincinnati Orchestra. I did not perform any of my on music, but it was good practice. I did write music on the side. Eventually I started to play more and more solos.

Until I wrote an Oscar winning song for an upcoming movie, then I exploded into fame. Everybody wanted me to write songs for movies or commercials or for record deals. It was too much. I ended up going back to my home and trying to stay out of the spotlight. When I went back home, I brought my grand piano to practice with. My grandmother bought me the greatest gift I’ve ever received, a grand piano light. This piano light isextremely special to me.

My grandmother died six months after I received it. That was the worst day of my life. This pain showed in my writing. I started to write more and more gloomy pieces. I released a CD with all of these songs. It was not a hit or anything; however, it was nice to get my feelings out there.

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