TheFantasticJames

The Music lesson. My new violin teacher was a relief. I had followed violin lessons as from the age of 6, successively from an old lady and from a pensioned orchestra musician. I am 18 years old now, just about finishing my last year in high school. For some time, my weekly violin lessons had become a routine. My father found it a waste of time if I should stop now, because I already had become a really good player. As a compromise we agreed on a new teacher. From friends we learned about a new violin teacher who had settled in our neighborhood recently. After the spring holiday I would go to him for my first lesson. Bas had only graduated