uot;Only ask you be your best. For you sake. You t you be genius?  for! ;

    quot;So ungrateful,quot; I ter in C;If salent as semper, s;

    Mr. Cly nicknamed Old Crange, alapping o t music of an invisible orcra.  in my eyes.  most of top of  alired and sleepy. But  , since  yet married.

    I met Old Lady C s. And  like a dead persons, like an old peacor; t slid off t w up.

    I soon found out eac;Like Beet; ed to me. quot;ere botening only in our ; And art to conduct ic silent sonatas.

    Our lessons  like t to different t;Key! treble! Bass! No ss! So ten noer me!quot;

    And times, a simple cces and running trills and a pounding bass until te grand.

    I er  played some nonsense t sounded like a cat running up and doop of garbage cans. Old C;Very good! But no learn to keep time!quot;

    So ts  Old Coo sloo keep up es I ions in ime. to ood be s. op of my s so I ill as I sloo so make eacaccato like an obedient little soldier.

    aug akes, lots of mistakes. If I  tes because I  practiced enouged myself. I just kept playing in r conducting e reverie.

    So maybe I never really gave myself a fair cty quickly, and I mig at t young age. But I ermined not to try, not to be anybody different t I learned to play only t ear-splitting preludes, t discordant hymns.

    Over t year, I practiced like tifully in my oalking in a loud bragging tone of voice so ot er c tiff ticoats. Auntie Lindos daug my age, anding fart five feet aers squabbling over