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Reflecting On The Concert

The event went well. The kids were all looking cute in their performance attire, and I can now say that I've played piano accompaniment for a kids' concert. I'm mostly happy that I didn't make any noticeable mistakes on the piano, though ever so slightly disappointed that I didn't play my one favourite accompaniment spotlessly. Most importantly, no one missed their cue to come in after the intros. The keyboard at the event space was also better than the one I use at home, and I really enjoyed the experience of accompanying others, plus, on a different instrument than I've been used to all this time. It feels like my late mum's investments in my piano and violin lessons have both paid off.

I'm going to start practising the rest of the pieces in the book so I'll be ready to play them for the next concert, since I've confirmed with the adults that they would like me to play rather than use playback. Heck, even if I don't end up playing in the concert, I can still play during their violin lessons.

One thing that irked me throughout this whole process, starting from learning the pieces to the actual performance, was that I discovered that I have a more natural aptitude for the piano than either the violin or viola. Whether or not this is related to me learning the former at a much younger age than the latter two, it's still frustrating in the way the emoji “😬” kinda portrays—a grin without real joy. When trying to find an English word to describe this feeling, the best search result was “bittersweet frustration”. I mean, I'm totally grateful for the skill but wish I had the same talent for the strings, you know?

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Last updated 7 September 2026.