If you're going to hide under a piano bench, don't leave your shoes in the middle of the room.

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Yesterday was my longest day at Guitar Center, but it (Wednesday) is also my "funnest" day. I get to teach Alee, who has been with me for years (she is almost eight now), and I get to teach Zane. Zane is six now, and he is a good piano student. But, being six, he can be goofy for a whole lesson. When I got to my classroom, I spied his shoes in the middle of the floor. His family is Asian (I don't know which Asian), and Asians tend to remove shoes upon reaching their destination. I said, "I wonder when Mr. Zane will arrive. I look forward to teaching him." I heard a giggle. I said, "Let's see. He's not under my piano. I'll just wait patiently." "I'm here!" "Oh! You tricked me again!" The lesson went well. I taught him a new scale, and we worked out a version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for both hands. I am introducing him to the concept of "harmony" (different notes played simultaneously that sound pretty together), and this will segue into Bach's Minuet in G, which will be one of his first classical pieces. Yes, our conversations "went random" at times (I taught him that there are three ways to spell buy/by/bye), but we got some good "music learnin'" in.