In my younger days, I studied music and specifically capital-V Voice. Yes, my friends, at the age of 15, while other girls dreamed of being rock stars (not too many credible women back in those days except Janis, who was already long gone), I wanted to be Beverly Sills. Alas, I lacked only the voice and the ear. I wasn't even, I'm afraid, a particularly gifted amateur. Even so, it was a very good thing for me since I learned what kids today seem not to be taught: aspiration and enthusiasm and even discipline are no substitute for talent. Over and over I saw others more gifted than I win the competitions, the important roles in performances, and the big solos. I can't think of any better training for life than successive demanding and disappointing auditions with judges generally more tactful but no less ruthless than, say, the infamous Simon Cowell (who---I confess---I've seen in action only once, and by accident).
I got a lot out of it. Through my adolescent ventures into territory where I simply didn't have the talent to stake a claim, I learned the joysof participating in the production of a great work of art and also the relief of letting go of the desire to be center stage.