Mag. 146,12/2/12 Monday at 4

                                                                       Object to be Destroyed by Man Ray

                                   " Ticketa, ticketa-" The metronome was set fairly slow .

 " Now dear! start again-" Mrs. Millers stubby unpainted finger pointed at the music.

 Sitting very straight I lent forward and began to play once more.

                                    Mrs. Millers finger waved with the ticker. When I lagged

in uncertainty, Mrs. Millers finger wagged with more emphasis.

                                     I could hear the sharp intake of breath that preceded her

 next attempt at encouragement." Better Aggie!" and after a slight pause; 

" Here " She pointed,"You are to have a slight crescendo!" Which made me pound a

 little more energetically for a few notes.

                                     This was my homework piece - so I was slightly more confident.

 However I knew a new piece would be lurking in the near future; then I would not get off with such ease.

                                      Sure enough five minutes later Mrs. Miller drew out a double 

sheet, unfolding and pressing it open." A Waltz my dear- a whole new arena - much 

slower and easier pace. Let me show you!"

                                      That was when the metronome became my hypnosis machine, 

which helped my eyes learn how to glaze over and even try to doze a bit...