Ode to my saxophone (and to my sax teacher)
This story started more than a year ago. I hardly mentioned it to anyone (only nowadays start to open up about it), first, because I don't like to be in the spotlight, second, because I rarely think that I'm good at something (which basically has to do with the first one: that's the reason I don't like to be in the spotlight). Anyway, one day as I was aimlessly walking up and down the streets in Saraburi, I discovered the music school. I learnt piano for about ten years. I decided that it was enough for me and I needed a different challenge. I knew that I needed to do something, mostly for my mental health, and anyway, all the time we learn something new, it's good for us, isn't it? As I entered the KPN Saraburi building, I saw a saxophone. I wanted to try out. Not because I had always wanted to try it, just, you know, for something, for some fun. To test me, and my limits. I never forget the first moment, as I sat down. I got a free class to start with beca