I used to play the piano by ear when I was a child. I got a lot of joy out of it, even if I wasn't some super-amazing savant.
Then one day in band class, when I was 12 years old, the teacher offered to let us play the piano he had in the room. I volunteered to play and started playing my favorite song that I had taught myself, and the most complex one I knew at the time - "Colors of the Wind". I only knew how to play with one hand, and the class started booing me. The teacher told me to stop.
Then the kids started telling my friend to play the piano, because they knew she took lessons. I stood next to her and watched as she played like a pro, with both hands. The class cheered. One of the other kids turned to me and said "You could learn a lot from her." I smiled even though I had tears in my eyes and said, "You're right, I could."
From that day forward I stopped playing the piano, because every time I sat down to play, I remembered the harsh words of my classmates. I couldn't even play when my parents bought me a new keyboard a few years ago as a surprise Christmas gift.
But today, my mom told me that what happened all those years ago was nothing but an "old memory that needs to be buried". She mentioned that James Durbin's feelings were hurt when he got kicked off of American Idol tonight, but that just because he didn't win doesn't mean that he needs to stop singing. My mom also told me that I don't need to prove anything to anyone, and that I should play for myself.
And so, nearly 9 years after the incident in the band room, I sat down and played my piano again. And this time, it felt good. 