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When I was eight years old, I set up a little card table on the front lawn to sell my drawings to the neighbors. I wanted to raise money to buy myself a piano. My grandmother played jaunty old-fashioned tunes on her piano, and I was fascinated with how her fingers flew over the keys. I was sure I could learn to do the same. It seemed to be about speed. As long as my fingers moved fast enough across the keys, I decided, the songs would come out.