In the next apartment above...
In the next apartment above ours, one boy also long enough tried to learn music. And the guy had absolutely other interests, but in obstinacy he and his mother did not concede. Result: for HALF a year of daily practice scales
he has never played it correctly. Talent!
Eventually my patience gave out, and when the next "practice" above began I switched my music. Rock. Loudly. Very loudly! In couple of weeks concerts above have ended, and the boy relieved of this torment then has met me in
the street and has told "thanks".:)
