I took piano lessons for a year. You know I never learned how to read music? I didn't understand it, I'd watch the teacher play a song and that's how I would learn. She would play it for me, once or twice, I would watch her fingers and memorize the song. No one figured out that I didn't know how to read music, everyone insisted it was because I wasn't practicing.
I hated piano. I've never played again. I think music would be really fun to get into, but I've never been less motivated to try something.
Dad apologized.
It's okay, dad.