The Adam´s apple
When I was still a small child, bouncing and bubbling with joy, my mother decided that I had to do something more than just hopping, so she enrolled me in accordion lessons. In my class, we were ten students. My colleagues didn´t play that bad. I, on the other hand, didn´t play that well.
The end of the year arrived and with it, the school´s annual festival. I wanted a sick leave, but my mother didn´t allow it. I went with all the others.
I was a lousy player because I didn´t pay attention in class. I used to spend the entire lesson amazed at the enormous Adam's apple of my professor (it was big!), and I never learned anything.
I think in all my musical life, the festival was the only time I didn´t think about that damn Adam´s apple. I was too much afraid to think about anything else than that terrific public in front of me, all smiling.
