By Amy
Me! My son decided to quit. I had to beg him to practice and I got tired of it. So I took his spot. I had taken lessons before. When I was ten. From a crotchety old teacher. Who tried to sing along. And gave me water to drink in a glass with crusty's on it. And she was smelly. It was horrible. But this is different. This teacher is nice and clean and let's me choose the songs I want to play. I'm excited about it!
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