Tiffany tortured the tuba for another hour. Sheila smiled, remembering five years of violin lessons her mother had forced her to take.
Her violin teacher had said hitting the first right note was like putting down a single stepping stone. The next right note was another stone. With practice, right notes would follow each other, like stones landing closer together. Soon enough notes played in a row would form a scale. Stepping stones would become a paved path. In time the notes would make a song. The path would widen to a road.
"How far you go depends on how many paving stones you place," Sheila's teacher had said. "Practice, my dear, practice paves the road to success."
Today I will remember the road to success starts out as stepping stones placed closer and closer together until they become a path, and finally a highway.
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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