Listening is not as much fun as playing. This trumpet was me in my younger days. Only my teacher supported me. It was her first year. I joined band late so she was obliged at first. After a short while she liked me and I got a lot of extra help. That trumpet was my focus my entire highschool career. My family never got involved or encouraged. It was the same with accordion classes. 5 years and no interest. This girl needs a piano, my teacher said. Get her some real lessons. Not wasting money on that, he said. Devastation. Then this teacher came along with the leftover band instruments and saved my life. Jazz band, concert band, choirs, city Orchestra. .... What a time it was. Inside my fear and frustration there was music.
How will it get out now? These hands barely move. My swallow is off. Who is coming along with a way?
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