One Lesson Learned

Hey, what's up, Kids? I told you that I'd blog more. Right about now, you're thinking, "Yeah, talk to me in April." Shall we focus on the "now," please?

The following is an excerpt from my last session. I found it quite interesting, so I thought I would share.

During this session, the first time client had to be constantly reminded to simply relax. "Drop your shoulders, and draw your shoulder blades back." How many times does someone need to be told to exhale? I truly believe I lost count.

We get done with one exercise. "Ok, do it again, this time with a bit more belief." Now I'm thinking, does every instructor get these looks from their clients?

"Hollow out your abdominals, and allow your back to support yo...no, like "this."

"I've never had to hold my hands in this position for this long, and my wrists are starting to fatigue." "There's a lot going on here, you'll get used to it. Let's do it again."

Finally, the client is given a break. "One minute? That's it? This is really hard, and the sun's in my eyes." (Guess you should have left your cap on, now you just have to deal with it). "You're one of the toughest instructors I've ever had in my life. Are you smiling at me or laughing?"

We're nearing the end of the session. Don't you DARE look at the clock. "One more sequence, from the beginning." "Huh? From the beginning? Last one, right?"

The session mercifully ends. It's that sometimes awkward moment between instructors and clients, when you're still sizing each other up, and you're not sure if there will be a next session. "I'll see you next week," I said. "Really? You want to continue?" "Yes. I'm committed to this," I said. "Bye for now?"

I get into my car, and my brain is fried. Deep fried. Like Nana's chicken when I was a child. And, that was after only ONE piano lesson.