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Unformatted text preview: overwhelmed with pride because of how terrific and professional we sounded. She proceeded to sign us up to perform in a best new artist contest at our local coffee shop. A few days later, I told her that my friends and I were just having fun and we didnt intend on becoming famous. My mother ultimately coerced us- she pulled out flyers for the performance and band t-shirts she had made; t-shirts sponsored by one of our towns local businesses. My mother had turned what should have been a one-time musical gathering into an institutionalized commitment. By getting us a sponsor, she was creating a network of interests for our band, and even by calling it a band, she made our group an explicit practice. Our band practiced and got new outfits for the performance, thus repeating and elaborating on our original practice....
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- Fall '08