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more about the little trombonist that lives at my house

Last night, the daughters had a band concert. Our oldest is a pretty good trombone player. At a certain point during the concert, the director announced some awards. I was surprised when he awarded our duaghter with the top award in the band. She's very good, and she works very hard. She practices so much that all of her family members can hum her parts, by heart! But I guess I hadn't realized how good she was.

Later, during the jazz band's set, they did a number that was specifically arranged for improvisations. The director didn't tell the kids who he would be calling on or in what order. He called on Kristin for a solo, she stood up and blew the room away. No kidding! I couldn't believe it. Her solo was so well thought out that I was skeptical that she had improvised, but she insists that she did indeed!

Well, then he called on her for a second solo in the same number, and she hit it out of the park again. I was in shock.

After the concert, the director told me he wanted to speak to my wife and I at some point.

I just dropped her off at school for another concert and was able to talk with this director for a while. He referred to her as the best trombone player in her age group that he has ever worked with and said that we really need to consider getting her out of her beginner instrument and into a more advanced trombone.

He also talked a little bit about her future as a musician. Words like Julliard and Eastman were spoken, and not by me. "Most of the time, I'm trying not to get parents' hopes up too high, but with Kristin, it's different," he said.

My head is spinning.

If you're still reading, thanks for indulging my bragging-parent episode!

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