I took lessons. I participated in recitals. I remember taking lessons, at eight years of age, sitting next to a pretty high school. She wore a form fitting sweater and skirt, saddle shoes and short socks. She smelled good. Of course, she was pretty. I couldn’t concentrate. I tried, I really did. Eventually my Mom let off the hook. Money was tight. Thank goodness. But, I appreciate music and almost mystical creations of the ancient elites.

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