Music used to be my reason for being. I practiced three hours a day, took up every instrument that passed my way, and had dreams of living my life as a musician in some grand orchestra where the men wear suits and the women ball dresses.

Well, as of late that dream has slipped a tad. Or more than a tad. Now that I’ve graduated high school I don’t even have marching band to keep me interested in making music. I try playing by myself but only grow annoyed at my incompitence and by putting my instruments away get worse. I don’t want to become a person without music in her life, but that seems to be where I’m headed.