From the moment she saw the stringed instrument, she was hooked. She wasn't even five yet, and she was all about, "When do I get to play the violin?" After her sixth birthday I told her that if she could do something, anything, every day, because she would need to practice everyday, she could have the violin. Two months later, she had made breakfast every morning for herself and her brother. The violin was ordered, and placed in her tiny hands, and she just glowed. Her teacher is, right now, merely for the introductory "stand right, hold it right, draw this way" sort of instruction. A month later, this tiny girl conducts herself during this lesson with remarkable skill and maturity. She responds perfectly, listens acutely. For a kid who can't carry a tune in a bucket, being a musician is as natural to her as walking.
Zoom of 18x before the violin is put away for the day, from back there, somewhere.
April 9, 2009
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