When I was in fifth grade, I decided to play the flute. The first “composures” I learned were not composures at all. Rather, they were half notes and whole notes, sometimes strung together to form a tune. Next, it was the scales. Oh god—the scales. As I grew into middle school and private lessons, it was all about the scales. Up and down, my fingers flew. Memorizing this one and that one and this one again. In sixth grade, I advanced to second chair and soon after that, I passed an audition to play in the Worcester Youth Orchestra, practicing Tchaikovsky and Bach for the stage at Christmas. In seventh...
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