When my son Owen was seven or so, he fell in love with Bruce Springsteen's E Street Band, particularly with Clarence Clemons, the band's burly sax player.
Instead she found nourishment in her substantial record collection (from Bruce Springsteen's " Nebraska" to John Coltrane's " bawling" sax), foreign films and John Gaunt, her only local friend.
What this suggested to me was that when it came to the sax and my son, there was never going to be any real play-time; it was all going to be rehearsal.