PROCRASTINATION

                                           An unforgettable experience

I love drums. I love all kinds of tempo. I enjoy joining drum competitions, cuz I love the feeling, the feeling to defeat opponent under a drum stick. I have never been in a real PK competition, ‘real’ means that, only two people on the stage, and thousands of people are watching your performance, all off them are so eager to know the result--which will be judged right after your last kick.

By the time I got the message that I was going for a world drummer competition, there’s only one week left for me to prepare. I haven’t chosen any songs, and I did not know any rules. Why didn’t anyone get me the message earlier? How can I do all these stuff in just one week’s time? I was hesitated and confused. But, hey, here’s the rub. The drum school gives the only place of competition to me, so I made my decision: I have to treasure this opportunity, I will join the competition.

I really practiced a lot. Every day, three hours, I reviewed all types of skills and development, recite again and again, until I can randomly put them into different parts of solo. Whenever I have spare time, even in bed, I turned the light off and thought how to develop the tempo, how to turn the prosaic tempo sounds better. It was really a hard work.

Finally, the competition day arrived, I got to the stadium earlier than others. The stadium is so quiet that my heart was chilled with nervousness. Soon it’s my turn. My feeling was empty when I walk on the stage. The flash lights hurt my eyes, it was so bright that I couldn’t see people’s faces. It’s good for me though.

“I’m not afraid.” I said to myself. I started to memorize all the skills. The tempo begins, I was feeling good, I started to organize one by one, to made a long line of different kinds of solo, then play it out. The judger didn’t make any decisions after two turns. I had to do something, I said to myself. I watched as my opponent played, an idea suddenly popped out from my brain: learn hers and develop hers. I tried to follow her solo and add mine into hers. Did it work? Abusolutely. One of the judgers smiled and voted for me. Then another for me, soon all! For me and my rock school’s honor, I won the competition! I couldn’t hind my slime and lift my drum stick high into the air. Everyone claps, It was really a great time.

I also met some drum-playing masters, they corrected some of my mistakes and taught me excellent skills. After that drum competition, I also fell in love with drums, they are like part of my life.