My Story about the Cello

 It has been a long time since I started Cello right after I retired. I wonder who says, "Love is the key to success". My skill has not improved at all. Once, at a Rostropovich concert, I was impressed by the resonating sound that vibrated through my stomach, like rosin scattering. I thought to myself, when I quit my job, I would definitely try playing the cello as well.  I found a good teacher, and after I was able to perform a certain amount of music, my teacher introduced me to an instrument that was just right. However, I was already far beyond the age when I could play different things with my right hand and left hand at the same time. Moreover, when I moved up to a higher position, the position of the notes and the fingerboard didn't seem to fit together! And, I was repeatedly pushed to "sing more! *" repeatedly in every lesson. In my head, I think, "I know what I'm doing!" but...
 Still, when I was playing duets with my teacher, I felt I was playing music so so....

*Great Master cello player Anner Bylsma says that playing is not singing, but talking. (From "Bach, Ancient Music, and the Cello: Anner Bylsma Speaks")  In the introductory level, it is difficult to even sing!