The early years
Aged 7 I think, I played a little piano tune that I had written to an audience of "interested" parents. As I was finished, an almost menacing silence took a hold of the auditorium. My piano teacher rose to the occasion, reminding the people of the fact that this had been written by a child. Some pitiful claps were the response, but they came from frighteningly pale men with a blank stare and a decisive aura of aggression. I silently left the building through the rear exit. Nobody ever mentioned said evening to me again, but I don't think it really was that bad.
( BringYourOwnParachute Meet me here on, Wed 24 Aug 2011, 13:12, Reply)