As I was laying in bed hugging my teddy bear looking up at the wall, I continue listening to the music echoing from outside my room. It was 8’ o'clock and even though I was already tired, the need for staying up stayed with me. I stare and see the big wooden door wondering why I had to go to sleep while everyone was awake. “Sure I was being mean and started crying, but I want to listen to music! I want to party! I’m four years old, I can do whatever I want,” I thought angrily. Suddenly, I roll out of bed and get my toy accordion and from the music I hear, my fingers then begin to mimic the accordion solos even though I barely knew what I was doing; I barely knew one song. My cries of wanting to play would always annoy my dad till finally he gave in and taught me one of the easiest songs. It may have been easy, but it wasn’t to me; my fingers slipped all the time and I would almost drop the accordion, but I was determined. I stay there squeaking and squeaking thinking, “Isabel Lopez!
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The GREATTTT accordion player!” My kitten April was looking at me with joyful eyes as I pretended she was one of my fans in the audience. I stack my teddy bears in a line pretending they were asking me for autographs and listening when I grab my toy accordion and squeeze it back and forth, then eventually it sounded like a song. “Hehe! I’m good!” I laugh to myself. My baby accordion was perfect; it was red, white, and it had little buttons. The music still echoes throughout the house and I then realize that I want to show everyone my songs so I begin to sneak out of my room and peer down the hallway… The first person I see is my cousin who is a bit older than me. The idea pops into my head that I want to scare him and me already dressed in a Winnie the Pooh night gown was already a sign that it wasn’t going to happen. I was determined again as I peer around the corner and scream, “BOO!” My thirteen year old cousin just laughs and pats me on the head and ignores me. Finally, I see my dad and since I’m the youngest he has more of a sweet side towards me, meaning I get my way all the time. He’s sitting down holding what should be my accordion. My little legs run up to him holding the little accordion and I scream, “Papa! Miraaaaaa me gusta tocar el acordeon!!!!” He laughs and lifts me up, then sets me on the chair next to him. He pats me on the head and talks about how I’m actually good. My uncles and aunts always have something to brag about when it comes to their children, but they don’t have a four year old accordion player as their child. I feel so proud of myself, then he hands me the big accordion. My hands are barely able to grasp it and I almost drop it; the feeling of nervousness fills my body. My knees feel weak and I begin to get so hot. Suddenly, my family staring at me are just visions of my fans. My uncles begin to play and it’s the song I know...the problem is not to mess up this time. My fingers play along
The GREATTTT accordion player!” My kitten April was looking at me with joyful eyes as I pretended she was one of my fans in the audience. I stack my teddy bears in a line pretending they were asking me for autographs and listening when I grab my toy accordion and squeeze it back and forth, then eventually it sounded like a song. “Hehe! I’m good!” I laugh to myself. My baby accordion was perfect; it was red, white, and it had little buttons. The music still echoes throughout the house and I then realize that I want to show everyone my songs so I begin to sneak out of my room and peer down the hallway… The first person I see is my cousin who is a bit older than me. The idea pops into my head that I want to scare him and me already dressed in a Winnie the Pooh night gown was already a sign that it wasn’t going to happen. I was determined again as I peer around the corner and scream, “BOO!” My thirteen year old cousin just laughs and pats me on the head and ignores me. Finally, I see my dad and since I’m the youngest he has more of a sweet side towards me, meaning I get my way all the time. He’s sitting down holding what should be my accordion. My little legs run up to him holding the little accordion and I scream, “Papa! Miraaaaaa me gusta tocar el acordeon!!!!” He laughs and lifts me up, then sets me on the chair next to him. He pats me on the head and talks about how I’m actually good. My uncles and aunts always have something to brag about when it comes to their children, but they don’t have a four year old accordion player as their child. I feel so proud of myself, then he hands me the big accordion. My hands are barely able to grasp it and I almost drop it; the feeling of nervousness fills my body. My knees feel weak and I begin to get so hot. Suddenly, my family staring at me are just visions of my fans. My uncles begin to play and it’s the song I know...the problem is not to mess up this time. My fingers play along