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<channel><title><![CDATA[Northeast Massachusetts Youth Orchestras - Student Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.nmyo.org/student-blog]]></link><description><![CDATA[Student Blog]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2026 08:32:24 -0500</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[A Magical Night]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.nmyo.org/student-blog/a-magical-night]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.nmyo.org/student-blog/a-magical-night#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2015 20:14:24 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.nmyo.org/student-blog/a-magical-night</guid><description><![CDATA[by Yazhini Ramesh  Everyone paced around the room filled with eagerness and nervousness. &ldquo;Is he actually going to meet us?&rdquo; some wondered. Others were curious about what he would be like, and whether he would just come by and say hello or he would actually care to hold out a conversation with us.   Luckily, we didn&rsquo;t have to wait long as Mr. Yo-Yo Ma himself came running down the aisle to meet us in our corner. Initially he seemed really rushed, but once he met us he beamed wit [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><strong><font color="#196eff">by Yazhini Ramesh</font></strong><br /><br />  <span style="" "font-size:="" 12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;mso-fareast-font-family:="" &quot;times="" roman&quot;"="">Everyone paced around the room filled with eagerness and nervousness. </span><span style="" "font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:="" &quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;mso-ascii-font-family:helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:="" &quot;arial="" ms&quot;"="">&ldquo;</span><span style="" "font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;="" font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;mso-hansi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;;="" mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;"="">Is he actually going to meet us?</span><span style="" "font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;="" mso-ascii-font-family:helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;"="">&rdquo;</span><span style=""> </span><span style="" "font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;="" mso-hansi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;"="">some wondered. Others were curious about what he would be like, and whether he would just come by and say hello or he would actually care to hold out a conversation with us. </span><br /><span style=""></span><span style="" "font-size:="" 12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;mso-hansi-font-family:="" &quot;arial="" ms&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;"=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="" "font-size:="" 12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;mso-hansi-font-family:="" &quot;arial="" ms&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;"="">Luckily, we didn</span><span style="" "font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;="" mso-ascii-font-family:helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;"="">&rsquo;</span><span style="" "font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;times="" roman&quot;,serif;="" mso-hansi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;arial="" ms&quot;"="">t have to wait long as Mr. Yo-Yo Ma himself came running down the aisle to meet us in our corner. Initially he seemed really rushed, but once he met us he beamed with joy and became really free-spirited. We all originally thought that he was going to be a serious, committed, quiet man of few words. To our surprise, he was actually the opposite. He joked along with us and genuinely seemed to care about us and our lives. He first asked us about NMYO and seemed very interested by the fact that we practiced so often as a group. He was also eager to learn about the summer camps we were planning to attend and asked about our plans for the rest of the year. He questioned us about our chamber groups, schools, and our typical teenage lives. Then, finally, he allowed us to dive into questions about himself. </span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  </div>  <div>  <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span style="">We  asked him about how he started playing the cello. Again, his humorous  side took over and he replied by saying how he initially wanted to play  the double bass. However, since the double bass was too big, he  compromised with the cello which he believed was a </span><span style="">&ldquo;</span><span style="">good enough</span><span style="">&rdquo;</span><span style=""> </span><span style="">size. He also mentioned that he had named his cello </span><span style="">&ldquo;</span><span style="">Petunia.</span><span style="">&rdquo;<br /><br /></span><span style=""></span><span style="">We   also asked Mr. Ma about how often he practiced, as clearly, we assumed   that he should have practiced a lot during his lifetime to be able to   reach his level of mastery today. In the book, <em style="">Outliers, </em>the   author states how one must have at least 10,000 hours of practice in   order to become an expert at something. Surprisingly, though, Mr. Ma   stated how he didn</span><span style="">&rsquo;</span><span style="">t  really  practice that often though it was something that was constantly  on his  mind. Despite this, he expressed that during the few times when  he  really did get down to practicing, he really enjoyed it and attempted   to give it his all. He stated that he does get tired of practicing   often and added that he hasn</span><span style="">&rsquo;</span><span style="">t fallen out of love with it yet, and doesn</span><span style="">&rsquo;</span><span style="">t think he ever will. </span><br /><span style=""></span><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">We   also asked him to name the performance venue which he thought was the   most beautiful he had seen in his lifetime. We were all expecting a   largely famous venue like Carnegie Hall or some international location   that was fancy and elite. However, Mr. Ma stated that the Shalin Liu was   one of his most favorite venues that he had been to so far. We didn</span><span style="">&rsquo;</span><span style="">t   know if he was joking, or whether he was just trying to be nice, but  it  was interesting how he always replied to our questions with  completely  unique answers that invariably contradicted the answers we  expected from  him. </span><br /><span style=""></span><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">Unfortunately,   after a few minutes, Mr. Ma had to leave to get ready for his   performance. Before he left, he reminded us to always follow our dreams   and work hard to achieve our goals. After he was gone we realized that   we all forgot to take a selfie with him, so we chased him down. He  first  said he </span><span style=""></span>  <span style="">couldn</span><span style="">&rsquo;</span><span style="">t as time was running out, but as he was walking out of the room, he was kind enough to pause for a second and take a</span> <span style="">group selfie with us - a photo that we</span><span style="">&rsquo;</span><span style="">ll always</span> t<span style="">reasure.</span><br /><span style=""></span><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">His concert was magical. We were able to watch it live-streamed and it was so mesmerizing already that I can</span><span style="">&rsquo;</span><span style="">t   even imagine how surreal it would have sounded in the auditorium   itself. The whole world knows that Mr. Ma is tremendously talented and   incredibly gifted with the art of music. However, we - as NMYO musicians   - felt that we had gotten a special opportunity to witness and meet   another unexpected side of Yo-Yo Ma: a kind, fun-spirited person. Not   once did he brag about his achievements, or project himself to be higher   than anyone else. Even though we were teenagers, he talked to us like   he was one of us, and held more interest in our musical lives than we   did in his. </span><br /><span style=""></span><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span>  <span style="">After   his concert we performed in our chamber music ensembles along the   street as the audience left the hall to walk to their gala dinner tent.   Mr. Ma waved to us as we were performing on the side of the road, which   showed how much he wanted to encourage us to continue making music.  His  passion for music overflows and touches those around him, but what  is  even more contagious is his amazing, selfless heart. </span></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>