Little by little, I learned how to line up the 3rds, 4ths, 5ths, and octaves. With no one to teach me how to properly tune a piano, I purchased some actual tools, so I wouldn’t have to use a ratchet and mutes made of paper or foam. They still let me take the course, and by the time the training had finished, I had almost tuned a whole piano. Upon learning that I was only fifteen, the Piano Hospital informed me that I actually had to graduate high school first. I had it in mind to take some summer classes or get some training on weekends. Immediately after that, I took a two-day class on piano tuning and piano repair from the Piano Hospital in Vancouver, WA. I got a hold of the tool and started trying to tweak other notes. Beautiful.” Naturally, you can guess what happened next. However, blocking out that string made the note dead, so my dad put together a ratchet tool and tightened the string until I said, “Alright stop. I made a makeshift mute out of Braille paper, a step up from my original paper napkin idea. One day, I was rocking out on the Potts family piano, when a note knocked out of tune to the point of being unusable. As I grew up, I began to examine the machinery of the instrument, and also, the number of strings per note. As a young piano student, I always noticed when pianos were out of tune. I was blessed with the God-given gift of music, as well as the blessing and curse called perfect pitch. How blind you ask? My vision level is zip, zilch, and nada. My name is Mac Potts, and I was born blind.