Hello. I have a short story about a classical guitarist you might find interesting
So my friend was a sloppy rock guitarist in HS – good, natural talent, no training at all, self taught as many teen guys are.
Somewhere along he line he decided he actually wanted to study music. We all thought he was nuts, but in his senior year he got a teacher, and by some miracle of god, got into an o.k. Music school at a regional university.
For the next four years he STRUGGLED. He had to learn to actually read music (has a great ear, and as it turned out, relative perfect pitch). He was far behind in freshman and sophomore years failed some classes, etc. But he kept at it, big time, studied and played, studied and played.
(I once watched him spend almost 24 hours unbroken trying to nail a Scarlatti piece when i was down visiting. I went to bed…he was playing. I got up the next morning…he was playing.)
He hired a private teacher in summers, travelled two hours every week to relearn hs technique, the works.
By his senior college year he’d burgeoned into the best player in his program. He was accepted into a masters program at another well-regarded university, where he flourished.
Today he earns his living as a performing classical guitarist, and married a member of his ensemble
The moral of the story is that at your age, this guy hadn’t even touched a classical guitar or had a private lesson. Yes, he was driven, maybe even obsessive at times. But he loved it so he kept doing it, despite a million discouraging external influences, including his family who never saw his dream in the early days.
You can bet they changed their assessment at his masters recital I was there and saw it – a phenomenally beautiful thing.
So if you love it, GO DO IT, and get out of your own way Change your perception of what’s possible, and you will change what’s possible.
Cheers!