Music
Without music life would be a mistake.
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
A couple of months ago I posted for the A to Z Challenge my music interests, for those who are curious a simple search can reveal these directions. But for me music is more than the wonderful companion I need while relaxing, more than the soothing sounds, more than my husband's hobby (and I do tell you he can play his guitar!), for me music is a friend but for a long time it was my enemy.
To explain why ...
While in school, at the age of 9 you end up in a class which receives one teacher as a tutor, as a mentor. My class had the music teacher allocated to perform this task. She was a delicate woman, very tiny, and her music instrument was the accordion. At a first glance you thought that she was sweet and easy going, but that was a mistake. She was rather snappish, sometimes harsh, but most times fair. Anyway she was not only our mentor but also our music teacher, so during our first lesson she tested our voices and knowledge. So here I am, singing a children's song in order to demonstrate my capabilities. And her reply was: 'Since the door is closed, I am happy the windows are open so your colleagues can flee during your singing'. I was speechless, and could not be bothered to sing again, I never opened my mouth again, I only did tests in writing, and she never encouraged me to sing at all. For many years, music was not an attraction, clearly I enjoyed listening to it, but I was scared and somehow afraid. It took many years until I managed to sing in the shower, or in the car while listening to the radio, but to be honest deep down I am still insecure. A friend and an enemy ---