After attending my eight year-old cousin's piano recital last night, I'm feeling eager to tickle the ivories myself. I would love to have a piano in my house, even though there's not really space for one and my talent stops at the level 3 lesson book. As a consolation prize, I have a flute (which fits nicely in my little house), and I can play it OK, but it's just not the same. On the plus side, my antique-y music stand makes a wonderful piece of living room decor when it's not in use (which is all the time actually, because I haven't touched my flute since last summer).
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I haven't touched my clarinet for almost 2 years now. At least I still know what closet it's in!
Don't tell me...is it at Mom and Dad's house still?
My trumpet is at M&D's house. It has been four years since I have actually played it...
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