College Essay

There have been countless hours when I sit with my saxophone in my fingers, then unsure, as they grasp each key in the tiresome effort of learning a new audition piece. At those times, all I do is stare despairingly at the long road of practicing, which faces me. The slow progression to a finished piece seems unmanageable and my only wish is that I could just play and play as naturally as I breathe. …showed first 75 words of 416 total…

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