That first lesson, I felt trapped with the elderly woman supposedly teaching me, her netted wig slipping off her head, her weathered Big Gulp perched halfway off the top of the upright piano, soft snores and magnified eyelids from her Coke bottle glasses.
It's a clichéd feature of every musician's autobiography to say they grew up in a house full of music, with parents who lovingly curated vinyl collections and sang all the time.
Sometimes it works, and the adult feels proud that they didn't fail. If you're the kid, you already have a pretty good idea of how long you can fake your enthusiasm.
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