Abigail M. Schilling

I spend a lot of time thinking about what ifs. Not serious what ifs. Fun what ifs. Like the Olympics question: would I be a skier or a snowboarder? Or the Center Stage question: would I be Jody or Eva or Maureen or Kathleen Donahue or Cooper Nielson? Or if I had to choose: Chipotle or ANTM?

Two years ago, Carolyn came into my life and brought music with her. I've never been very good or knowledgeable regarding music and that's always been something that kinda makes me sad. So I play the what if game: what if I could actually do music?

If I could do music, I would do drumming. Sierra once said that if I was in a band I would totally be the drummer because, and I quote, "duh, the drummer is always naked." I've never been really sure what this means, but drumming is truly the thing that makes me most sad to miss.

The good news is that Carolyn's boyfriend, Jon, is a kick ass drummer. He is also a kick ass boyfriend and an all around really really really good person. Jon is the kind of person that makes me think that maybe this world is a good enough place to raise children.

Jon is the type of person who would be mortified that i was telling the world of his virtue and also he would be denying it. But Jon is one of the few people I actually feel guilty swearing around and not because I think swearing is wrong, but because I respect Jon so much that I'm willing to curb that for him.

And did I mention that he plays the drums?

Jon's mom goes to every single one of his concerts. She videotapes them all. She is hands down his biggest fan. Tonight, Carolyn told me that I'm his No. 2 Fan. I was so proud; I want a shirt or something. And Jon's mom has competition--I videotaped a bit tonight.

So check out Jon playing the marimba really really fast (he's on the right).

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