For a 9-year-old boy, the more he yelled, the afraid I became. Consequently, I told my mother I would not continue learning saxophone anymore. However, my mum denied me and she told me I would understand her purpose after I finish learning. I reluctantly pressed the buttons as Mr. Long has taught me. Ever since then, I was getting more and more interested since the teacher praised my improvement several times. I felt like the musical notes jumped onto my fingers. Under the teacher's guidance, I practiced harder and harder. I forgot how many shirts were soaked by sweat even with the AC on, and how many times I bled as I bit my lips. I carried on practicing regardless of how painful it was. .
One day, my mother handed me an invitation that was sent by Central Conservatory of Music, the most famous music school in China. How lucky I was! This was the first time I performed saxophone in front of thousands of people. I thought it must be the return for my persistence and strong effort. On that day, I wore the suit and tie that was given by my father on my eighth birthday, which I loved the most and I hardly had opportunities to wear them. I felt so nervous that it seemed my heart beat fasten than it ever did. Mr. Long kept encouraging me and he told me all the effort I made would pay off. I took a deep breath and step on the neatly ornate stage. As the incidental music suffused in the theatre, I commenced to play "The Same Song" that I known it by heart. I pressed the buttons one by one carefully fearing that I would make some minor mistakes, resulting in serious consequences. Fortunately, I played the whole piece to perfection. All the audience stood up and gave me a big round of applause! Even though I was trying to choke back my tears of excitement, it dropped on the floor unhesitatingly. My success is contingent on persistence.
Later on I moved to Shanghai because my father was rearranged by his company.
