Crescendo

Chapter Ten

Ten minutes to one. God, how can it only be ten minutes to one? Maybe I'm reading the clock wrong. It is one of those old analog clocks. You know, the ones with the hands? I pull my phone out of my pocket for the millionth time today and check the time. Yup, it's right. Ugh, this is ridiculous. Behind me I can hear the sound of a twelve year old playing the flute. And guess what? She's using it as a whistle. Suzie says it's important to let children play their instruments the way they want. She calls it artistic expression. I call it not taking music seriously. And, considering this girl has only been playing the flute for a few weeks, I doubt she'll be playing it much longer. She probably heard the flute in a movie or something, thought she would love to play, and begged her mommy and daddy to pay for lessons. But most kids do not understand the amount of time and energy it takes to learn how to play an instrument. Most kids give up after just a few weeks of lessons. This girl... well, I can already see the thrill of it dying from her eyes. Which is unfortunate, because the flute can be so beautiful when played properly.