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I didn’t really love playing and I really hated practicing but I continued with lessons for the next three years. One day my mother and I were visiting our friends, Mrs. Jakes and her daughter Karen. The Jakes had a piano, so my mother asked me to play a song for our friends. I played one of my favorite songs (I had three that I could play really well), the Jakes were impressed. Karen asked her mother if she could take lessons too. Mrs. Jakes agreed and told Karen she would find a piano teacher in their area. I continued taking lessons thought seventh grade, barely practicing, but still taking lessons. I was finally allowed to quit in eighth grade when my piano teacher passed away. It was unfortunate but I was happy to stop the piano lessons. About two years later, my mother and I visited our friends again, the Jakes were happy to see us, it had been a long time in between visits. We knew that Karen had been taking piano lessons, so it wasn’t a surprise when her mother asked her to play us a song. When Karen started playing, my mouth almost hit the floor, she was fantastic. I couldn’t believe she was that good after two years! She was