Oh, the days of "Enrichment" in grade school. It was the accelerated program that you got to do for a few hours each week, as long as your work was caught up and your grades were maintained.
In Enrichment, we learned things like Calligraphy, State Capitols (on a nifty, lit, wooden map of the United States - when you touched matched the state with the correct capital, it would light up), Computers, and the Flutaphone.
I vividly remember squeaking out the Marines' Hymn and America (My Country 'Tis of Thee). . . . .from the halls of Montezuma . . . .SQUEAK!!!!
Oh, those were the good times. They led to some great musical achievements, including clarinets, flutes, trumpets, and the like. We were some gifted musicians, mainly, I think, because of our humble flutaphone beginnings.
Fast forward a few (ish) years. It's now officially called a Recorder. Let me tell you, though, the fancy name doesn't make it squeak any less! But Chance is ready to master it. In fact, he's going to use this very official Recorder device to "Rock The House"!
Just ask him . . .
You go, Master Recorder Player, you go.