Fewer people to please
I think piano was the first thing I quit. Actually, no. I think it was soccer or maybe basketball. Nope, it was piano. I still remember my first recital. I was so nervous that I could feel sweat building on my forehead and down in my armpits. My saving grace was that my back was toward the crowd while I was performing. If anyone saw my face they would’ve thought I ran laps before the recital.