I was in 9th grade and sitting in the band room during lunch- because that’s what band geeks do- when I heard the most perfect piano rendition of George Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue coming from one of the practice rooms.
I recognized Gershwin anywhere. My father, being a piano player himself, loved Gershwin, therefore I loved Gershwin in attempt to bridge the three-state gap between us.
I didn’t know that anyone in my school loved Gershwin as much as I, let alone play his 32-page composition perfectly.
I peered in through the tiny window of the practice room and like a caged animal, I see a flurry of arms and hands running up and down the keyboard. I didn’t recognize the kid, he looked a few years younger than me, but I knew I had to meet him.
I waited outside the room like an eager fan and introduced myself before he could even collect his sheet music.
His name was Josh and he was in 7th grade and playing that “little old sheet music” was no big deal to him.
But it was a big deal to me.
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