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e-e-f-g-g-clunk-f-e-pause-d-cc-d-ee-d-d wait where was I?

That is the sound coming from my daughters room. She’s just finished her second guitar lesson. She’s been playing around with a guitar since May and last week she decided she wanted an electric guitar. I told her if she learned to play an acoustic guitar I would get her one. Ten minutes later she was sitting at the dining room table with the yellow pages, the telephone, and a sheet of paper to write down information. She called around to all the local music stores and asked about lessons. Then she decided to go with the least expensive lessons – so I would have more money left over to buy her electric guitar and because the guy on the phone didn’t talk to her like she was a stupid kid. Yes sir, I am raising that child right.

When I picked her up from her lesson the teacher smiled at me and told her to show me her thumb. She had a tiny blister on the tip of it. “I’m encouraging her use the pick more” she told me. I shook my head and laughed. That’s my girl.

She is very proud of her blister and the rough spots on her pinky and middle finger of her other hand. “It means I’m a real musician.”

“They’re like a trophy” her little sister explained.

e-e-f-g-g-f-e-d-c-c-d-e-d-c-c YES! I’m moving on to Yankee Doodle. That has 8 notes on three different strings!

I wonder if the guitar shop has a payment plan.

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