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When I was a sophomore, an acquaintance asked me if I wanted to play in the pit orchestra for our school’s fall musical. I accepted happily and was given the 150-page music booklet to Les Miserables. I went home and enthusiastically tried out the music. I was very excited to have an opportunity for musical collaboration. I could just imagine myself playing the music with ease; capturing the audience’s heart and being spellbound myself. The first rehearsal was quite a slap in the face. The key changes and time signatures that I thought I could handle turned out to be a more arduous obstacle than I’d originally accepted. I was out of my league.
Prior to Les Miserables, the piano had been an enjoyable pastime. However, The Little Notebook and Les Miserables are completely different animals. I ended my old lackadaisical practice habits and started to really work. For weeks I was frustrated and overwhelmed but I was determined to be able to play the music and as much as I felt crushed after every rehearsal I loved what I was doing. Eventually I began to see daylight. The rehearsals still killed me, but it began to be easier. There was no turning back. I threw myself into the task. For two months I had the melodies of "On My Own" and "Red and Black" racing through my mind.
Production week was the most exhausting and yet exhilarating of my life and for once I felt like I was doing something worthwhile. I wore my pit clothes with happily to school the day of the first show and when the performance was over I had a feeling of overwhelming elation. There was also a new feeling: pride. I was truly proud of something I had accomplished. Ten years of working hard for the B’s I earned in school meant nothing compared to this. I didn’t just learn the music, I really got something out of the process. When I mastered that music it became a part of me, all the more so because I had such a hard time learning it. I felt it in my soul; I played my heart out, I even sang along as the actors took their bows.
I had always considered the idea of having music be a part of my career, but after my experience with Les Miserables I couldn’t imagine my life without it. I couldn’t imagine being happy in a career that wasn’t musically oriented. I began to look at music schools and when I ran across Berklee I fell in love. It gave me hope that I really would be able to have a real career in a way that conservatories just didn’t. Berklee is relevant to me, my life, and my goals. After I visited the college last fall my suspicions were confirmed; I had found a place where I belonged, where people would understand my passion and drive. Berklee is a place where I know I can excel if given the chance. I’ve found a college that I can really call my own.
right so this is my college essay...
I'm scared that whether or not i get into berklee comes down to these 500 words. So feel free to read, let me know what you think.
enjoy.