by Sue Lowell Gallion –
Charles sat on his folding chair and fidgeted. His new plaid shirt made his neck itch, and his tie was so tight he couldn’t clear his throat. He hadn’t tucked in his shirt since his cousin’s wedding last June.
Even worse, six girls from his fourth grade class were sitting in the front row of the auditorium. Charles made a face at the music on his lap. Some day he’d be pounding on a drum set instead of playing the piano.
“Welcome to our ‘Sounds of Fall’ piano recital,” Mrs. Jacobs greeted the crowd. “My students have a real treat in store for you.”
“More of a trick than a treat,” Charles muttered to his mom. “Are you SURE I have to take two years of piano before I can switch to drums??”