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Then it was time for the first class. Percussion. At 8:30 in the morning. Thirteen kids banging on various drums, cymbals, triangles, and other noisy things. I was handed a tambourine and told to play along in the "RollOff Rhumba." This involved both rhythm and counting, two things I'm not very good at, even later in the day. After an earsplitting 15 minutes, I whispered to Sam, "How much longer do we have to do this?"
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