First lesson

I'm not sure if you've heard of the erhu. Every time, I've mentioned it my friends have said a combination of things from "who what?" to "what who" Its a Chinese violin of sorts with only 2 strings.

First time I ever heard it, I was standing in front of this old guy who was moving the bow so slowly, ever so gracefully. I fell in love with the haunting sound of it. I wanted to learn it right away (along with a million other things like a new language, sport or that book I've been meaning to read)

So I never get around to it. Until today. 5 Years later, here I am in a music school tucked away in Cheras in an old shop lot. It was an adventure finding this place, I tell you. So many one way streets. I was also a bit worried about whether I would understand my first lesson.

The instructor doesn't speak English but we managed to get by in Malay. Once we started, I didn't feel the language barrier. It was more about watching where my hands were and listening to the chords. He kept correcting my finger placement because if you don't hold the bow at precisely the right angle, it sounds totally terrible. There was a lot of that happening ;)

It involves quite a bit of technique but I'm already looking forward to getting better on this. I've taken back the music notes for ba ba black sheep hehe. No idea how long it'll take me to learn this nursery song without annoying my neighbours lol but practise makes perfect ma? ;)