That's nothing. I learned to play bass, guitar, piano and didgeridoo whiile I were still in't womb, wrote my first symphony in wax crayons by 6 months, and at 5 I played my ultra-famous paper-and-comb concerto with backing vocals by a troupe of trained colobus monkeys at the Albert Hall to an audience including the Queen, John F Kennedy, John Lennon, the Aga Khan and Shergar.
At 10 I was practising 26 hours a day while busking in Times Square and made my first million playing you-hum-it-I'll-play-it to Michael Jackson (he hardly touched me btw). I married Kylie and played a duet with my other wife, Dua Lipa, before divorcing them both and moving to a Brazilian favela to get real. These days I'm so over the whole music thing, I've deliberately unlearned how to play and am now learning sitar, playing only behind my head with my feet.
What's more, we never had any famous or musical types in our family. We would have got up 2 hours before going to bed in a hole in the road but it was full of fake Yorkshiremen so we had to wait. Etc