A song for Paw Paw

Paw Paw was having his fiftieth birthday party on a weekend in January about twenty years ago.  An announcement was made that my mother would be playing "Happy Birthday" on the saxophone. Everyone attending the party turned and stared at the fourteen year old.  She had been practicing for weeks to play on Paw Paw's birthday.  Despite this, butterflies filled her stomach and her hands started trembling.  Taking a seat between the kitchen and living room, she nervously began to play. Long, exaggerated notes emerged from the instrument carrying the Happy Birthday tune.  Then, all of a sudden there was a loud squeak that made everyone shriek.  She continued playing.  After what seemed like forever to her, the song ended.  Everyone clapped and cheered as though it was the best song they had ever heard.  The slightly embarrassed girl felt a load of relief come over herself.