The Dream of Music

When I was in my twenties, I dreamed of becoming an electone player.

The music moved me emotionally and lifted my spirits.

Music made me happy.

Every Sunday, I would visit Yamaha at Plaza Singapura to watch the free electone performances.

One day, I bought two second-hand electones, one for myself and one for my young niece.

I attended music school for eight months and practiced for hours every day after work.

I was amazed that I could coordinate my two hands and two feet while reading musical notes.

But work gradually took over my life, and I lost touch with music.

Today, I have forgotten everything I learned.

Yet part of me still wishes I could play again.

If I were given another life, I would become an electone player.

Making music makes people happy.

Some dreams never completely leave us, even when life takes us in a different direction.