A Note of Dischord

I was about to start my piano lesson at Naperville Cultural Centre this afternoon when Jett appeared at the office door. This in itself is not so surprising, since he was looking for Serendipity who runs the place.

He greeted me with his big little boy smile, and I fell into crumbling mode as usual. What did surprise me, however, was the reaction of my teacher.

"Hilary's very shy you know," she told him. "She won't play if you're standing there. I don't know why, she's such a good student. She practises every week, even when she's on vacation."
I noted in all this gush, that Miss Melody never actually mentioned my musical prowess, just that I was a good student.
Not sure what I found most astonishing, that she probably thinks I don't have any natural talent, or that she felt she had to tell all this to Jett, as if he was my dad coming for open evening.