Rewind all the way back to 1999. I don't remember why I initially wanted to play the violin. My parents told me I started asking about taking lessons when I was four. It definitely surprised them. Neither of them had played music apart from the clarinet in high school (Mom) and the trombone in junior high (Dad.) I grew up listening to The Beatles, not Mozart. My parents told me I'd have wait until I was five, just to make sure I wasn't going through one of those little kid obsession phases. I wasn't, and once I started playing I never stopped.
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