- Your 'cello has a name.
- You talk to your 'cello (extra points if s/he talks back).
- Your career as a hand model has no hope of being revived. (One word: calluses. Especially on your thumb. Thumbs of steel, unite! You have nothing to lose but your pain.)
- Upon finally leaving the practise room and encountering a fellow human, the first topic of conversation to enter your mind is the recent class-action lawsuit against British Airways. (This actually happened to me.)
- You think that you can play better than the guy on the radio.
- You don't feel comfortable without seventeen pounds of wood, glue, and fibreglass on your back.
(And yes, "practise" and "fibreglass" are spelled correctly. I use British spellings.)
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go talk to Giotto.
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