disappointment

When I was little I had a music teacher called Mrs Goldsmith, who I Loved.

Partly I loved her because she had a husband called Mr Goldsmith who taught fourth grade who I also loved. Partly I loved her because she wore colour!(yellow tights with blue skirts that would swiiiish when she walked)while everyone else wore brown corduroy. And partly I loved her because she taught me piano and was beautifully patient, even though it was crazily obvious to both of us that Piano Wasn’t For Me but we kept on and always shared a chocolate biscuit after class.

One year, Mrs Goldsmith organised the entire school into a musical production of Adam and Eve. She sang every single song onto a cassette tape and copied it for each of the hundred kids in our (little) school so we could learn the tunes. Before the roles were cast, we all knew all the words.

And I knew I was destined to be cast as Eve. I just knew it. I was made for it. I would make Mrs Goldsmith proud.

Auditions were held. Roles were announced.

And I was cast as a flower.