Frustration And the Final Choice

My piano teacher wants me to play this crappy song I wrote a couple months ago for the Renewable Energy CD.

(It's a CD my piano teacher's releasing with all her singer-songwriters on it. 10% proceeds go to Global Warming funds.)

It's called Hey, and I really would rather play a song I actually like. So many of my songs are better than that, but she doesn't seem to get it. We'll see...

P.S.
I'm doing Career Fair over Tram.