A Teacher Makes a Difference

When I was a kid, my parents signed me up for piano lessons, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to play the piano in the first place, but my parents were instant that I learn how to do it. The piano teacher was mean, and the lessons just weren’t fun at all. Eventually I stopped playing, but as I became older, I wished that I had stuck with the piano. I wanted to learn how to play the piano again, and I wanted a good piano teacher in Singapore instead of a bad teacher like the one that I had when I was a kid.

After doing some searching online, I found a teacher that was near me and contacted her for lessons. I was worried that she wouldn’t want to teach me because I wasn’t a kid, but she said that it didn’t matter. On the day …