A disturbing scenario from my classical music phase is when I tried to audition for lessons from David Sawyer who was with the Guarneri string quartet. I was simply a dyslexic cellist about to audition but before they could hear my tone, phrasing and singing approach to instrumetal music, I was asked to sight read a sheet of music.

Between the panic and awkward attempt to fulfill such a monumental task (for me) I tried to explain that with only an extra moment of practice ...

David Sawyer took my application and theatricly threw it in the trash can. I thought I saw something akin to understanding or embarrasment in the eye of the first violin player but it was all played out and that door was forever shut, not behind me, but in front of me.