Now that Robin has moved home, we have a room upstairs that is devoted to trumpets.
Some people don't realize that in order to be a professional trumpet player, you are expected to own a Bb trumpet, a C trumpet, an Eb trumpet (which, by switching out certain parts, can also be a D trumpet), a piccolo trumpet, and in some cases, a cornet and a flugelhorn. The latter two are used primarily in jazz and military-style brass bands. The rest are absolutely necessary if you are planning to play for an orchestra. All must be of professional quality. She's got the trumpets, but that's why she hasn't owned a car! I'm just glad she doesn't play tuba; those cost some real money.
This next couple of weeks, she has several auditions coming up, for various regional ensembles. She's been practicing orchestral exerpts 3 1/2 to 4 hours a day. There aren't any days off; it's very comparable to being an elite athelete in that sense.
I have a lot of those excerpts stuck in my head. It's not at all unpleasant to hear her practice, though; quite the contrary, since she is so good. If you have musical children, there will be a period of time when you listen to a lot of rough practicing, but you really have to tolerate that if you want to hear the good stuff later on. When our children were all at home, there was always somebody playing some instrument-French Horn, cornet, tuba, trombone, piano, electric bass, electric guitar, and trumpet, trumpet, trumpet. For a while, Robin even had some younger kids coming to our house for lessons. I hate to say it, but we called those beginners the "baby elephants". They all got pretty good, but there were days when I needed to take a walk to get away from the racket!
I guess there's a lesson here, somewhere. Something about persistence. Something about goals. Something about sacrificing time to develop talent. Remembering that if you aim at nothing, you'll hit it every time. Well, Robin knows where the bulls-eye is, and she's got it in her sights.
Good luck this week, darling daughter!