Dream High and Fly High .
I’m a
boring nerd in school. Everyone disdained me, making me lose my way in this
loneliness and darkness.
I like to
sing while playing the piano. However my austere mom insisted me to play those
baroque songs written by Mozart. It irked me. My mom is a professional pianist
and she wanted to nurture me as a great musician. However, this wasn’t my dream.
One
morning, I walked past the noticeboard hung outside the general office. A
mesmeric poster, taped firmly on it, stated “To celebrate 100th
school anniversary, we will like to hold a grand singing competition on 30th
October 2012… “My eyes grew wider with exuberance. WHAT?! 30th October?! My Grade 8
piano examination was on that day! What a rotten luck! I wanted to participate
in this competition! But sandwiching between dream and my mom, it’s certainly a
tough time for me.
I have to be adamant this time round.
I started
learning how to sing and the chords of “Wish You Were Here” “Dara! Why are you
playing this?! “my mom ranted. I turned a deaf ear and continue practicing. Realizing,
she stomped up and tore my music sheet into shreds. I couldn’t abide this
behavior anymore! Why must she dashed my
dream?
30th
October, I dressed in my Sunday best to the competition. My heart palpitated
when I stepped into the ornately embellished auditorium. Glided balustrades,
opulent chandeliers and damasak drapes greeted my eyes. It was packed with a
sedate crowd of students, teachers and parents. Beads of perspiration oozed out
from every pores of my body. It was my turn to go up stage.
“I know
you’ve grown up and you can decide. I’ll always support you.” My mom flashed a
weak smile.
I received
the microphone from the host with my shaky hand. On the stage, I noticed mom. I
mustered up my courage and finally, I sang. The audience gawked me with awe. I
finally achieved my dream.
“The winner
goes to…” Many people were astounded. “Dara Soh!” I rushed up to mom and hugged
her tightly. I cried. “Thanks mom.”
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