Said George who was studying under the famous trumpeter, my dream is to be a great player and then I will finally be happy.
The teacher didn’t respond. George added he thinks about this day and night.
Said the teacher, it’ll never happen.
Said George, why are you negative?
Teacher punched the side of his leg.
Yelled George Why did you punch my leg?!
Said the teacher, a surprise punch is negative but equating imaginary dreams with happiness, nah, put that in your horn and blow it like a candle across the street.
George later told the details to his mother, the orchestral musician who as a teen also trained under the famous trumpet teacher.
Said the concerned mother, Damn! Why do you think happiness is the goal of playing or your thoughts mean anything?