After I got cleaned up and dressed I was starting to stress out more about the drum class, so I took a baby Aspirin to calm my heart. At two-fifteen Tony and I left the rescue ranch and headed to Kerrville in Trigger.
"I talked to Kinky this morning and told him about my drum class today and he thought it was pretty cool that I was taking it. I told him that if he ever needs a drummer to just call me and I will be there and he said that he would. Tony, I hope you brought your cell phone with you because if that class is filled with a bunch of little twelve year old boys and they make fun of me, I am going to call you to come pick me up. " I said.
"I've got my cell phone, Nance. Quit worrying about that stuff. I know that you will have fun..."
When we arrived at the Auld Center we were five minutes early so we went inside the building to find where my classroom was. When we heard "Boom! Boom!" we knew where the drum class was going to take place. Then our friend Donna Schloss walked inside and tapped me on the shoulder! "Donna, I am so glad that you are taking this course with me. I hope that we are not the only two adults in this class. I told Tony that..."
Then a pleasant woman walked up to the three of us and put her index finger to her mouth and asked us if we would please close the door to the drum class because she was trying to teach a hypnosis class next door. After she walked away I said, "I bet her first words to her class will be: You cannot hear the sounds of drums..."
When the three of us walked inside the classroom my jaw dropped to the floor because there were two older women and two men about our age and there were no kids—this was going to be fun! Donna and I went to the front row and sat down at the table so we could hear the instructor, Matt Gillis, a nice, friendly young man—probably in his early thirties. Then I had the biggest surprise of all. I looked back to check out the gray-hairs and Tone was sitting at a table in the back and he was going to take the course too! I could not believe it—he hates loud drumming! When he saw me he shot me a wink.
When I pulled out my sparkly pink, feathered drumsticks and lavender-colored drum pad out of my bag Donna admired them and told me that she thought that they were pretty while trying not to laugh. "I decorated my sticks and drum pad for the class because I am going to blog about this tonight," I announced to the curious people in the classroom staring at my sticks. Then class began without us saying the Pledge of Allegiance.
After two hours of rump-a-pump-pums fun, Matt had each one of us come to the front of the class and sit down at his drum set and he tested us. The first two older women were okay, but they need to keep their day jobs and forget about ever having groupies and the bald man sitting behind us was pretty good and he seemed to be a good sport. Then it was Donna's turn. I crossed my fingers for her but didn't need to afterall.
OMG! Donna drummed like a professional drummer—and she didn't miss a beat! I was so proud of her and I told her so when she set down next to me. "You're a born natural!" Matt said to her. "You were great!" Then it was my turn.
My heart was pounding faster than Tarzan pounded his chest for Jane in the movies as I sat down on the stool and then I guess the adrenaline kicked in, because I banged away on those drums like nobody's business—never missing a beat too! I hammered the top hat, the snare and the bass drum with my beautiful drumsticks as the pink feathers flew in all directions! I was so proud of myself and could not believe what I had done!
After the instructor complimented me I went back to my table and sat down and listened to Donna's complimentary remarks. She is so sweet. "Thank you, Donna "The Drummer" Schloss, but you were better and you know it. I guess I can now scratch this off of my bucket list. I love drumming!"
After the class Donna took this picture of me sitting behind the drums and that is Matt, the instructor, in the back ground. Please note that I am wearing Karen Cares beautiful necklace that she made for me for luck.
"Nance, you were really good on those drums! I couldn't believe it! I am so proud of you. You blew me away!" Tony said as he drove us home. Then he critiqued my drumming all of the way home with suggestions on what I needed to do to improve my skills.
P.S. Tony did not take the drum test because he skipped out of the class before it was his turn to be tested.
Y'all have a great evening!