I remembered my own piano lessons as a kid, and how begrudgingly I practiced for fifteen minutes a day, with my mother watching me like a hawk to make sure I didn’t sneak off to watch TV or eat BBQ potato chips. How inconvenienced I was in my roomy house with so many entertaining distractions. And here was this boy, a lover of music, using the free music lessons posted by some random person in Ohio to learn to play on his busted-up Casio, in the middle of a desert town with one paved road.
