The Piano Teacher

I'll never forget my first AA meeting. I walked through the door and looked around the room. "Oh no!" I thought, my gasp audible. "It's all the cool people from high school!" Visibly terrified, I slumped down in my seat and twirled a piece of my hair. I felt like the world's biggest dork--just like my first day of ninth grade when I wore plaid bellbottoms and a sweatshirt and all the cool girls wore jeans and halter tops. Would I ever fit in?