Nancy was a model human being, full of style, musical talent, metal, and pinkness. She played at all her cousins’ birthdays and weddings from the time she was twelve, and always assumed she could parlay her talent into a great career from the rave reviews she’d get. She felt popular.
These days Nancy’s faced up to the hard truth that accordions have probably already seen their peak moment in musical history, much like harpsichords, lyres and (let us all continue to hope) pan flutes. She plays in the courtyard of her apartment complex to mixed reactions and very few tips, but hasn’t completely abandoned the dream or the rosy memories.
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