When I was a young boy of only 7, it was decided that I should take piano lessons.This is a true story, by the way. I swear.I studied piano for three years and learned to play one song poorly, which actually turned out to be an improvement over high school.Nobody was willing to tell me that I had no musical talent whatsoever.Finally, after three years, I was invited by my piano teacher, Mr. Dillman, to play in a recital.I was told recently that Mr. Dillman twitched visibly when my name was mentioned at his funeral.I can't answer for others, but I was very excited that I was at last going to play my song in front of an audience.The day of the recital arrived. That morning, I got the chicken pox and, tragically, I never got to play my song.But today I've taken the liberty of bringing with me a small keyboard and,with your permission, I will finally get to play my song in front of an audience.I swear to you (that) this is the song that I learned to play after three years ― the only song I know how to play on the piano.I think you will see that the lesson is patience. There comes a time for everything.Congratulations! Welcome to real life! You graduated from the University of Wisconsin! You can do anything! Thank you.
