Dad was asking Erin if she'd practiced her part for YPSO, and she got mad and started talking back, which made Dad mad as well. He went off intot his long rant about how she was so talented and so good at playing the drums, but she never applied herself. He said that obviously, she was good, beacuse she was the youngest one in YPSO, and also DVMS had asked her to come play in their jazz band when she was only in fifth grade. I said, "Really? They did? I didn't know that," and my dad replied, "Well yeah, why do you think she had to leave school early and go over there every day?" Was thinking this over when I woke up.