When I was in high school, I remember I was all enamored with being a great piano player and the next great musician to make it big like Barry Manilow. Ok, I know some of you just lost all respect for me, but the truth is the truth. I got it into my head that I was going to do it, and since Barry was a great piano player, I wanted to be a great piano player to. So I started taking piano lessons. I had done that when I was in the fifth grade, but I had quit to take band. I remember driving to Boca Raton, Fl. once a week and paying for my own lessons out of my own money. I would get up in the mornings and practice an hour before school, then I would try to practice at night for another hour. I was totally committed . . . for about three months. Then all the practicing started to get to me. My desire for change couldn’t overcome the aggravation, the effort, and the sacrifice it took to change.