And I thought violins were loud!
Sam hears drum music in her head, all the time, but she's got no idea how to get it out in a way that it'll sound the same way it does in her head.
She's in band, and when the two other drummers tell her she's the worst of all, instead of being pushed down she gathers the pluck to ask the only drum teacher in town for lessons.
Problem is, you have to pay for lessons, and her dad's out of work and has a nasty temper. Her mother's already pawned her wedding ring. She schemes to use the family lawnmower to mow lawns and make the requisite $15 a week for lessons (that's really cheap for music lessons, by the way!). As long as she can get home before her dad does, he'll never suspect a thing.
And for the first time, with her drum teacher, the rhythms start to come out -- right. She's found an ally, and he wants her to stretch her abilities and perform at a recital.
Unfortunately, all that can go wrong does. The lawnmower breaks down. Her dad finds out what she's been doing and, totally lacking any understanding, he pulls her from lessons.
I won't spoil how it ends. But in Sam, you'll recognize every child who's had music in their heads, and never known how to get it out.
