It always happens at the kindergarten. The teachers ask little students who their role model is. Most of them say police officer, fire fighter or their parents like heroic people. When I was in kindergarten, I never answered for that question. Truth, I had nothing on my mind to answer. Who is my role model? I questioned myself again, again and I had waited for my real role model.
             It was cold, December when I met her. My mom was told that I seemed to have special talent on singing so she brought me to someone who teaches singers professionally. I just turned 12, had no idea on singing. I just liked to sing. The woman who my mom brought me to looked very sharp. I could so tell that she was not and never could be easy person. She looked at me once and said ¡°She is way too young to start singing.¡± My mom¡¯s face turned surprised. And she also said ¡°well, but let¡¯s see how you can sing, shall we?¡± and grabbed my hand. She introduced herself as Mrs. Chun. We started worming up and I sang ¡°Caro mio ben¡± After I sang the piece, there was exactly 5 minutes of silence. Mrs. Chun was gaping on me and my mom was trying to figure out what was going on. ¡°It¡¯s incredible!¡± finally Mrs. Chun closed her mouth and talked. She told my mom that she never except young singers but she¡¯ll on this time. I started having private lessons with her who I never thought could be my forever role model.
             Soon as I started studying with her, I got to know her better. She helped me to think seriously in musicianship and in one word; she was my musical guardian angel. As I got to know her better, I asked to myself hits question. ¡°She is really role model type. Should I consider her as my role model?¡± I wasn¡¯t sure about her. One day, the significant day that made me to confirm her as my role model came. It was her concert. Actually, It wasn¡¯t even concert. It was just little town perfor...