Mrs. Leandri’s School of Music
I was nervous. Two failed piano teachers down, and I was just about to enter my first lesson with Mrs. Leandri. After painstaking sessions practicing to a metronome at a music school and sitting on a needlepoint embroidered bench that stunk of age at piano teacher #2’s house, I was prepared to give one last go at the instrument I loved.
The Time Jesus Was My Uber Driver
Today started off like the children’s book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. BUT, as I was ready to ~officially lose my mind~ and the tears of frustration were beginning to fall, my Uber driver, Brian Starr, swooped in to save the day.