Class #3: substitute teacher
We had more playing along with the teacher. The concept of playing along with others is still something that eludes me. I am fine for the first four notes but then it quickly goes off the rails.
I had many moments where I would get lost and try to find my way back to join back in with the class. The struggling was written all over my face and when I would look up the teacher was staring at me like a hawk. It was like being busted by your parents for doing something bad. Could the teacher tell that by this point I was clearly faking it? Which consisted if a weak smile and some strumming on the strings. At this point he told me I had small hands which caused me to start nervously laughing. Are my hands that small? How so? Small like a child's hand? Then I went back to faking it.
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