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already running down my forehead. The audience claps as I step up and a few seconds later there
was nothing, pure silence. I start to feel stiff as if I was entrapped in ice. The I took a deep breath
When I was in fourth grade a new opportunity came to me. It was a chance for a new
experience, But honestly back then it was more of an excuse to ditch class and have fun. I was
able to join the orchestra at my school, penn elementary. Without questioning it I picked violin
out instinct, It just seemed like the more fun instrument. A cello would be a pain to carry and a
viola was just strange to me. After one class of my excuse to ditch I was actually enjoying this.
Whenever I got to play some kind of joy would flow through my veins and a small smirk would
appear on my face as my left side of my chin rested on the violin. It became something I liked to
do at home although I didnt yet have an instrument of my own. Every Time we would walk into
the bungalows behind the school we would all try and find one of the schools instruments to use
for that hour of class. It was a struggle as sometimes people didn't get an instrument for that day,
there wasn't enough. An aspect that made me enjoy playing was the support of my family. For
example my uncle Julio has always been supportive of me no matter what, he is like a mentor or
a wise monk. And I connect him to a monk since he shares certain physical traits of one. He
heard about what I was doing after talking with my mom, Yomara. I still am grateful to this day
for his gift to me of my very first violin. For those two years I was one of the proud few who had
their instrument at all times. I loved it. We would perform once per semester and all the parents
would come and watch. Although I now realize that most of our songs were actually different
iterations of twinkle twinkle little star. Years later I think back and although it was fun and a new
start we sounded terrible back then. I have no idea how parents sat through that.
I had now shattered the ice and for the first time in my life I was performing as a soloist, it was a
dream come true, my dream, my goal I strived for, but really it was actually just a dream. I wake
up laying on my individual bottom bunk bed and see the same withered sheet of paper taped to
the bottom of the top bunk above me with goals and how to achieve them. My brother sleeping
in the bunk above and I.... just stared blankly at this sheet of paper of things I have achieved...
and things Ive given up. There was a small crack of sunlight as the day had barely began and the
curtains were not fully closed. The light hit my face but I ignored it as I just stared at this old
piece of paper, reading the list created a few years back. I never checked things as done.
Elementary ended and now began middle school. New campus, new people, starting all over
again. As time progressed I made new friends and adapted but I had left my musical interest
behind just as I did with penn elementary. I was encouraged to continue music by my family but
I just ignored their advice. My mom would say Hijo busca una maestra, ya no te gusta el violn
o que? Id respond saying no with the voice of a spoiled brat. No I would say. That part of my
life was over... or at least I thought it was. My middle school career flew by. Besides our two
core classes we had every year (math/science and humanities), I had to deal with theatre and
engineering which werent exactly my forte or something I looked forward to, but then there was
the third class. Art was more intriguing for me as when we learned the elements of art we later
began to create our own projects. The three years flew by and I was working on my last art
project as a middle schooler. At the time my sense of music was a very awkward mix of dubstep
or electronic music consisting of artists such as Skrillex and Diplo. The other ingredient to the
mix was film soundtrack, more specifically John Williams and his masterful work such as the
Star Wars original soundtrack and other like jurassic park, Indiana Jones, E.T, and so on. It was
so intriguing to me how his music is what created that emotion of a film, the structure and
foundation of it. I would always tell myself without music there is no movie. I based our final
art project on John Williams and his work. I called it the story of music. I thought this was just
8th grade was when it all came back to me. I looked around me everyday and everyone had their
talents. The pianists, singers, guitarists, and so on, then there was me. Talentless until someone
that impacted my life came around. I wanted to show this person what they meant to me but I
didnt know how. My arts and crafts are as good as picassos perfect representation of the
average face, my voice as deep and rigid as an untuned bass. And the one talent I used to have
left behind. Due to my devotion to them I decided to begin anew. I went home that day digging
the depths of my closet looking for my old instrument. After much digging I finally noticed the
black thread case in the corner of the dark closet. The flashlight barely defined its shape. I took
the case out and slowly opened it not knowing what I might see after three years of storage. I
finally see the familiar red velvet interior just to find a pair of loose strings snapped from their
place. I guess it was a way of the world telling me you have a long road ahead. I got it fixed in
a few days of finally getting up and making the effort. Finally an old healed instrument back in
my hands ready to be played after its long wait. The first thing I heard as my bow struck the
strings was like nails on a chalkboard. Whatever I had in mind was not happening any time soon.
I could barely read music or tell it apart. I refreshed my memory as much as possible on notes
and their places on the strings. I felt like I had come back to elementary when I barely started,
After months at refurbishing my knowledge I knew there was nothing left I could teach myself
so I sought out a mentor. I have to give credit where its due to my 7th grade humanities teacher
Mr.Klein as for an entrepreneurship project we visited a local company by the name of take
lessons. I visited the website and after much research on the many options I had, Id found the
one.
We spoke through the website a few times just to get to see at what point I was at. I told her my
story of how I started a long time ago but gave it up, how I had my own instrument and I knew
the basics then the day came for my first lesson. As my mom got in the car and I was in the
passenger seat ready to go, I started to feel shaky. With my instrument and old music books in
hand I was depending on the impression I may give. The house was near where I lived but it felt
like I was on my way to Sinaloa, Mexico by car. The moment we arrived at the home I was
hesitant but knew that was the house. You could hear the dogs barking in the backyard of the
white painted home. I walked towards the small front porch which was covered by a small gate.
It was a nice part of the house but in my current state it felt like I was waiting to pass through
TSA at the airport. I knocked on the gate with a coin I had in my pocket since I wasnt aware of
the ringer outside the gate. I must have knocked to softly for them to hear so I knocked again
with a bit more force this time, I didnt want to seem aggressive or impatient. Suddenly I hear the
locks being turned on the inner door and a stranger Id only seen a picture of online came out
through the door. At first glance I could tell she had a gentle soul, a very kind person. Lucky I
wasnt wrong. Souaad Nuoz is one of the kindest and most welcoming people Ive ever met.
Meeting her that day was a new chapter to my story. Before I forget the mention it, my mother
was there throughout the whole thing which made me a little nervous. I understood why she
needed to be there but although I love my mom very much... it was kind of embarrassing for me,
a fifteen year old being followed around by his mom as if still baby isnt exactly what a fifteen
year old would want. Anyways, once we went inside the house was a bit crowded by furniture,
family pictures everywhere. Some of the furniture seemed antique but fit the house perfectly.
This first lesson was basically a review to see what I truly knew. We went over scales and mostly
talked about what exactly I had been doing. I would speak normally but inside I wanted to get
the lesson over with just to get the embarrassing mess ups and terrible intonation done. In the end
I knew she was going to be a great teacher and that I would learn so much, I had found a new
start.
After blankly staring at this list for the rest of the morning I finally had the energy to sit up and
look around the room. The pale wooden desk cluttered with many papers and figures. The
shelves on it barely closed but overflowed with materials that never came to use. The brown
carpet floor felt soft against the bottom of my feet. I looked a bit to my left to see the mirror over
the sink in the small corner of my room. My hair the equivalent of a hurricane and my face with
a forest of facial hair. The time was 10:30am. I stood up and approached the sink to brush the
terrible morning breath out of my mouth. As I scrub up and down, left and right I just look at
myself and the mirror and think will that dream ever come true? Will I ever be as good as I
want to be? I began to doubt myself as my days sometimes just fly by. I just looked in the
As I was growing up Ive told myself I wanted to be a lot of things. I wanted to be a chef when I
was about six or seven. When I was ten I wanted to be an olympic swimmer. Towards the end of
middle school I wanted to be a psychologist or therapist. For most of middle school I wanted to
be a DJ and a little bit in my freshman year. And currently as you might have guessed I want to
become a violinist. Im just hoping this one isnt a phase like the rest. What Ive wanted to be
may tell you the kind of person I am. I cant really define that for myself. Each phase has had its
After that May of 2015, Souaad and I met once a week every week for about 30 minutes. It
doesn't seem like much but you can learn a lot in that time. Trust me, I know from experience.
As the lessons continued I had more trust and comfort with her which is something someone
sometimes never finds with a teacher. The difference between elementary and now with Souaad
is that back then we were just a group of 10 - 11 year olds guided by one teacher to play the same
thing synchronized. Here I felt more free. I knew what I wanted to learn and how I wanted to
improve, what my goal was. She knew what I want it from these classes and has helped me get to
all of them, from learning a simple key to learning a song that I have been wanting to play from
the first moment I learned it. Each and every lesson I felt an improvement, week by week. Where
I am now wouldnt have been possible without Souaad and I am very grateful for her teachings
and truly admire the talent she has shared with me. She has pushed me and supported me these
In june 2015 Souaad announced to all her students that there would soon be a recital, this would
be my first time performing alone. Just the thought of being up in front of no more than 20
people made tremble and gave me the chills. The date was set for July 10th and for every day it
came closer to the recital the more I would practice. A few minutes became an hour, from an
hour to a few hours. The trembling got worse until the day came. It took place in Souaads living
room. The audience consisted of the parents and relatives of students including my parents of
course. I was only performing one piece as it was a bit longer than everybody elses music. We
just stayed in her house an hour before the performance as students continued to arrive. The hour
came and everything was about to begin. I had prepared this piece for a while now. I was ready
but with a stiffness to my body. After a few performances it was finally my turn. Souaad
introduced me and I walk front and center as the small audience claps, then nothing but silence,
everyones eyes on me. My music was on the stand staring at me along the small crowd. I just
began to play. As my violin emitted sound that stiffness was still there, lucky it wasnt noticeable
in the music. The more I played the loser my body got and by the last part of the piece I just
played freely as if no one was watching. I will admit I messed up a few times but hopefully no
one besides Souaad noticed. As the bow was of the string soon after that last note was played It
went back to clapping and I just smiled back hiding the trembling in my chest. I go back to
where I was and felt every part of my body just loosen as I finally got it over with. A few
students went after me and then the reception started. A few people I had never met in my life
approached me during that time and complemented what i had just done. It gave me this joy but
behind it all I just thought to myself I could do better. My first performance was a success but
After brushing my teeth I went to the living room which was quiet and empty, a rarity in this
apartment. My mom had left for the gym and would be back by the afternoon and my brother,
like a bear during hibernation, looked like he wasnt waking up anytime soon. I had the place to
myself and what did i do? I grabbed my violin and plucked the strings to mimic the melodies of
the many songs Id memorized so far. There wasn't much to do as later today Id be heading out
Around october 2015 I was at one of my many classes with Souaad just going over some music
theory and practicing a piece by the name of loves sorrow, to some it sounded pretty but in my
case it told a story as most music does. Towards the end of our now 45 minute session she
mentioned something interesting to me. Are you interested in orchestral performance? Souaad
asked casually. I was with the elementary orchestra but It's something I would like to try I said
with some doubt behind my words. She then told me about ECYS or the East County Youth
Symphony. They were holding auditions for their next semester in January. I told her Id give it
some thought. She sent me the information and I just put it in the back of my head for a few
weeks. Later on she mentioned it again, not insisting but just as a reminder. I told her I still
wasnt sure. I left our lesson that day with the through front and center. The stage that my brain
had built had the audition in the spotlight. Ive never auditioned in my life. I get nervous enough
just playing in front of others who aren't Souaad. After some deep thought for the next couple of
days I had my final thought there is always a first time for everything. That fall afternoon I
filled out the online sign up sheet and just awaited for a response. Souaad and I prepared and
practice a few pieces to use for the audition from then to the january deadline, I was just excited
for what was to come.I thought it might be a few days for the symphony to get back to me. It was
much more than that. Weeks went by and no response. I emailed and called and nothing. Maybe
It was January 28 2016 and I was now 16 years old. My birthday had just passed a week ago and
still no response. I checked my email with little to no hope of a response that day, but It didnt
hurt to look. I scrolled after a few promotions from gamestop or amazon to suddenly find a
We received your online audition application. Thank you for your interest in East County Youth
Symphony.Your audition is scheduled for Saturday, January 30, 2016 at 9:30am Location:
Cuyamaca College, Building B, Room B-301, 900 Rancho San Diego Pkwy, El Cajon
Sincerely,
--
Alexandra Keegan
Executive Director
them all know this was really happening. I re read the email and realized something. It said the
audition was on January 30th, but it was the 28th. I had only two days to prepare. We moved our
lesson to the next day to prepare and she even gave me extra time to prepare with her. Those two
days flew by although I wished they hadnt. I needed more time, this could be a step up or a step
That morning on the 30th I woke up very early and my parents drove me all the way up to
cuyamaca college. I had that feeling again, that feeling of time stopping and thinking of all
possible outcomes. The whole ride there I just looked out the window to see all of these cars
driving up north. You would see different drivers with different expressions, I wondered if they
had my same feeling but for different reasons. When we finally arrived I wasnt sure where to go
until I followed the signs. It was a very open space between the car and the actual campus. I ran
to the first stairs I saw that said B-301 3rd floor. I ran the stairs with my music and instrument
in hand. The many flights of stairs exhausted the air in my lungs so when I made it to the top I
was gasping for air, then I saw the room door. I hesitated for a little bit. Who knew what was
past that door. A room full of people for the same reason Im there, or maybe it's the wrong
room. I take a deep breath and walk past the door. It was wide carpet floored classroom. Clearly
a music room as the board had prelabeled music staffs and the room was big enough to fit a
small orchestra, yet it was empty. A few chairs here and there and only two other people besides
me. A very tall white kid, about 17 or 18 was sitting in the middle of the room playing his violin,
probably going over his music for his audition. His eyes very focused on his music but his
posture was completely off, but I don't blame him. He was too tall to his chair so he was almost
in a fetal position trying to sit normally. In the other end of the room was a little girl with her
mom. Telling from her age she was probably auditioning for something more basic that ECYS
offered. I arrived on time, a little bit early maybe. I sat by the entrance tuning my violin waiting
for whoever was in charge to call me in. The anticipation was killing. My parents caught up to
me and scared me, I was lost in thought. After a few minutes a redheaded woman came out from
a back door in the corner of the room. She called my name with a heavy russian accent. I
smirked a little but deep inside I shook. My music in hand with my instrument at my side out of
its case, I followed her to the other room. It was much smaller than the last space we were in,
like a conference room. She sat on a chair around the long table. In front her was you typical
black metal stand. I placed my music down as she said play whenever youre ready. Her heavy
accent still made me laugh inside, it helped enlighten the situation. I placed the rest to my
shoulder and my bow in hand, In front of me was the music I had been playing over and over
again for the last few days. It felt like I might not even need the music. I began to play and
everything seemed fine until five seconds in she said ok that's enough. I froze, Another layer
of ice covered my body. What had I done wrong? Did I mess up? Did I sound bad, What
happened??? All these thoughts rushed my brain like a speeding car. Is it harder for you when
you switch to the E string? she asked me after stopping me. Its not much of a struggle for me
but I guess there is some tension I replied innocently. She then showed me a trick with your
elbow which made it more comfortable. Then she commented on how teachers nowadays dont
teach that anymore although the should. Im sure Souaad had mentioned it once but Instead of
saying anything I just agreed. Well that's it She said with a high pitch to her voice. Im going
to put you with the advanced division. Id signed up for the symphony orchestra which was
below the advanced division. I was in shock from the news I had just been given but with a big
smile across my face. We left the room and went back to the larger empty room. My parents
waiting to see what happened. The redheaded woman, who was indeed Alexandra Keegan, told
my parents all they needed to know, where I had been placed, the music Id be playing, where
wed have rehearsal and so on. I wasnt paying attention. I was just roaming my own mind
thinking Im in an orchestra.
A couple days later I had my first rehearsal. Souaad went with me to see what we might need to
work on. It was a strange system but since spring is their longest semester we had our rehearsals
split by sections of the orchestra, I was violin 2. The music at first was intimidating but once
explained was more simplistic. Clearly there was a lot of work to be done. After a few rehearsals
of just violin 2 we brought everyone together. The violins, violas, cellos, a double bass and a few
brass instruments. I was mostly intrigued by the 1 section. The people who had that part were
much better than me, they played beautifully although the key of the music was very heavy and
dramatic. It was very astonishing. The problem was that they were younger than me. I was the
high schooler freshman while these 7th and 8th graders were playing as if it were their whole
life. Why was I not violin 1? It made me think of the past, how I just brushed this off. It made me
regret the three years wasted on a fantasy of being a djay and electronic music being my life. If I