“Posture, dear,” she said. “Your playing is lovely, but your posture does not convey the confidence that I know you have inside you.”
“Yes, Miss Baxter.” I straightened up and started again.
I made it about halfway through the piece before I felt her hands on me again, coaxing my spine into a more proper position. I frowned. I hadn’t done it on purpose, it’s just that my previous teacher had never made much of a fuss about it, and I got into some bad habits.
I stopped playing. “I’m sorry, Miss Baxter.”
Miss Baxter touched her finger to my cheek and I felt myself flush. I quickly checked the corners of her mouth, but saw no disappointment there. Apparently, I was still getting a solid ‘A’ for effort even though I felt as if I had let her down.
“My dear Julie, I have an idea that I thin
