Suzanne was so tired, she felt like she was only going through the
mot
at school. Her fingers still hurt from playing bass in concert band the day before. Now, two days later, it was time for band practice at a friend’s house. Being a music
is hard work, she thought. She wondered if the pain in her fingers was anything like the neur
her mother complained about, being an art
and all. If all this discomfort was what she could expect just for going for
with her dreams of being a famous person, maybe it was time to reconsider her interest in becoming a dent.
