So my 12 year old step daughter is taking band at school. She is supposed to practice her saxophone every day so my husband decides to rent her a saxophone so she doesn't have to carry the case back and forth from school to home every night. Well, though the intention is nice, the playing rarely occurs. More than once have I signed her weekly practice sheet with gaping holes in it and a few 'incorrect' data points. Alas, I've accepted that when she does practice, she actually is pretty good.
I'm reminiscent of my 8th grade saxophone fiasco, which involved an ambulance and an angry teacher. (while playing the sax, I fainted and knocked over several sheet stands when I tumbled off my chair. Minor headache ensued, followed by much ridicule as I was switched to a different instrument, the coveted triangle.)
So when I was looking for summer camps and fun things for this tween to do during her 12week-long summer, music lessons came up. My husband loves that she likes to play an instrument and so we talked about getting her some private lessons. Without batting an eye, her response? "No, I don't need lessons. I'm REALLY good." This response killed me. Seriously, I thought I would die. Initially, I'm thinking; Who the f#@k do you think you are? John Coltrane? Kenny G maybe? Jeezus girl! Take it down a notch!... Then my husband, the ever proud father to his spitting image daughter, tells me about how proud he is of her confidence. Which, in hindsight, I might just be jealous of. I mean, there's no way I thought I was too good for any kind of musical learning so who am I to judge this 12yr old who seems to know everything? After all, she might be a child prodigy. Right? Maybe?.... hmmmm
Basically, she's a 7th grader looking to make the big time. Any agents out there? :-)
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