I grab my sticks with exaggerated enthusiasm, ready to astonish the young man with my vast knowledge of the craft.
“What rudiments do you know?” I ask.
“I don’t know any,” he says.
“Do you know any drum beats?”
“What did your last instructor teach you?” I ask slowly.
“Nothing, really. We just watched funny YouTube videos.”
I pause. “What did your parents think?”
“They don’t care. They just want someone to watch me for a bit.”
I stare at the clueless young man and remember that I get paid no matter what.
I say, “Okay, let’s watch some videos.”