by Courtney McComas

Created on: October 12, 2008

As many times as I have played the piano I still cannot understand how I have absolutely failed to stick with piano lessons. I can read the notes, I can copy the tune, the rhythms in my head match perfectly with what has been etched onto paper in black and white but no matter what I do piano lessons do not stick with my social wellbeing.

As long as I remember, my twin sister has always had the classically enhanced musical talent. Every single one of our teachers would praise my adoring twin for her wonderful work. I always wondered where I had gone wrong. Every time I played I could never match up to what my sister was capable of. Well, at least that's what I thought. My mother attempted to assure me that I was a wonderful piano player but as hard as I tried, I could not believe it.

My sister and I may have looked similar but we were nearly polar opposites when it came to personalities. Sometimes even physical attributes really affected how we expressed ourselves. My sister's name is Carey and mine is Courtney. Two C names. I wondered why parents do that. All the twins that I've met in my lives have had two similar names. Derek and Dallas, Conner and Calvin, Rosemary and Richard... The list can only go on. Well, my sister and I were different like every other set of twins out there but it just took me a very long time to realize it. It wasn't just the fact that I was left handed and she was right handed or that she was excellent in English and my strong point was in mathematics. This difference was in our musical personalities and classical, as I soon discovered, was not really a style for me.

The teacher whom I had taken piano lessons from the longest was named Mrs. Triplet. I thought it was punny that she went into music with her last name being a commonly used musical term. Well every Wednesday afternoon my parents would take the precious time out of their day to pick my sister and me up and haul us all the way over to this woman's house. I remember the car door slam after we got out of the car and how excited my sister was when she was the first one up for the lesson. I thought it was sick. The notes that she practiced rolled over and over in my head for half an hour before it was my turn to play the beautiful Steinway and Sons piano that Mrs. Triplet had available to us. As I was playing the piano I would remember how well that my sister had played. I knew that I would never be able to play as skillfully as she did so I messed up. All of the time. I never

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