Questa è Enida

Edrick had his first guitar lesson today at Yamaha Music School at Solaris Dutamas. I was going to sit in with him for the first ten minutes, just in case. But ten seconds into it I changed my mind.  Ami, the guitar teacher, and Edrick needed to warm up to each other in that little classroom that resembled my fridge temperature-wise.

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Half an hour of eavesdropping and me trying out the sixteen thousand Ringgit piano in the showroom, I thought I heard Edrick plucking his questions upon questions more than him plucking the guitar. Seriously, I thought of hiring a live-in guitar teacher before Edrick could even begin paying attention to the guitar (and not questioning why guitars are made curvy!)

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When he came running out from the tiny classroom in the back to the showroom, he actually looked more excited than before he went in.

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Edrick: Mommy! Mommy! I finished five pages of my beginners book, Mom!

Mommy: Oh wow! Five pages?

Edrick: Yes, five! And it’s only my first day. Mommy are you impressed?

Mommy: Me oh my! I am extremely impressed!

Edrick: Yeah! Me too, I am impressed with myself!

Mommy: Right on! That’s all that matters, Monch.

Edrick: I am coming again, Mom.

Mommy: So am I, sweetheart. So am I.

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I am signing up for piano while Kitreena is continuing her violin. Anyone up for the drummer position? Huh, beat us!

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