. . .how addicted we musicians become to the supposed virtue of grinding practice . . .
"God, I worked four hours straight on the Bruch today. It just doesn't get any better. And the Bach - I don't think I'll ever get those shifts in tune consistently."
"I know what you mean. I tried one shift two hundred times in a row today to clean it up, but I still can't trust it. Oh my arm is so sore! Anyone have a heating pad?"
"I've got one, but need it for my shoulder. I've got an audition coming up in two weeks and if this keeps up I won't even be able to lift my violin. Got any aspirin?"
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