In a sedate theatre, I stood backstage heart pounding. My heart felt as if on the verge of stopping as the announcer's voice came into my ears. I stepped onto the stage with confidence and started to perform "Going Home", which has been practiced thousands of times by me. Every musical note jumped with my fingers rhythmically. The more excited I became, the more vivid the song became. I felt I was integrated into the tune. Once I finished the last musical note, the audience's applause flooded my ears like waterfall. At that moment, I felt fabulous as if a saxophonist finished performing his master piece. I felt the sense of my accomplishments and my eyes were filled with tears. The master piece of saxophone was played, and it was also the master piece of my musical career. Although the learning process was stressful, I would dedicate my life to saxophone.
In my childhood, I aroused early every Saturday morning, poured milk into a bowl that was full of crispy cereal and ate it quickly. Then I would rush to my class with the heavy saxophone case. Normally, it is extreme hot in Xiamen. I left home quietly and tried not to wake my parents. I would appreciate the beauty of the city, Xiamen, which is surrounded by sea, during the thirty minutes' bus trip. The Xinglin Bridge, which would be seen during the journey, joins Xiamen Island to the mainland. I took the stairs to the eighth floor and enter an insignificant classroom with air condition, despite of this fact the heat was still unbearable. I took out the neck strap and hook up the saxophone as usual. I humidified the reed gingerly, so it wouldn't break it. After everything was ready, I filled my lower lips between the gap of the teeth and the reed as a pad. The teacher, Mr. Long, guided me patiently. We began by practicing fundamental fingering, although a good-tempered person, he was strict with his students. At first, I disliked him because he constantly yelled at me when I pressed the wrong button.
