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On my 4th birthday, my parents took me to a musical instrument store. After playing with all kinds of musical instruments in the shop, I was attracted by the wonderful sound of the piano. Seeing that I was interested in the piano made me a pianist, which has been the goal of the whole family since then. 10 years, I tried my best to run on the road my parents expected, but I never achieved anything. Even though I spent a long time, I didn't get much. I was wrapped up in the frustration of failure.

For quite some time, I wandered in confusion, and the road to music seemed impassable to me. Fortunately, my parents never gave up and encouraged me to try other musical instruments. By chance, I came into contact with the timpani. That soft voice, like a whisper, that shock, like a torrent, instantly "captured" me. The sleeping enthusiasm in my heart was ignited again and I couldn't wait to devote myself to the study of timpani.

Of course, the learning process is still as hard as learning the piano, but the difference is that my body is always swollen with enthusiasm. After a year of hard work, I successfully passed the exam in the activity of selecting excellent timpani players in the school orchestra, and finally got the opportunity to perform on stage.

I remember the first time I participated in the performance, I was very excited on the stage under the cover of gorgeous lights, and I felt like a lamp shining on the stage. Facing the sharp eyes from the dark crowd and audience, my heart began to vibrate violently, taking a deep breath and trying to control my anxiety according to the rhythm of the conductor. The wind music sounded gently, the flute sounded ... sometimes cheerful, sometimes firm ... I silently counted the rhythm in my heart, waiting for the intervention to make a deafening blow.

The moment the baton slipped, the muscles of the whole body immediately jumped with the calm and heroic rhythm. The last melody is over, and the sweat has soaked my clothes, but I am still intoxicated by the deafening applause. ...

In the following days, I always repeat this rhythm-intoxicated by applause and drowned by sweat. In the surging performances again and again, I finally realized the words of the famous Argentine musician Mauricio Kagel: "Let the performer put his head into the drum." Only by beating drums and jumping in the fire of life can we play a wonderful movement.

Now I am at the forefront of my life. Facing the coming college entrance examination, my parents became anxious. They prefer me to study a practical major to prepare for a good job in the future.

But this is not what I want. From learning the piano to learning the drum set, whether my parents led me to take a detour or found that what I was good at was back on the right path, I have no regrets and will not look back. Everyone has their own unique growth password. Now, I just want to move forward according to my own wishes. Maybe I will never be the "what prince" my parents expect, but I have reason to believe that I will be the best myself!