…my fourth piano recital last night. I played “Orange Blossom Rag” which was toe-tapping fun, and “The Music of the Night” from the Phantom of the Opera. My foot was shaking so hard for the second one, even my husband, sitting on the second row, noticed it. I wanted it to be all romantic, but I think it was all I could do to make it audible (I had to press the keys really hard to make the sound come out).
But still…I did it. I did it! I got up there and performed and did not pass out. And had fun doing it, even.
All three of my kids performed, too. My oldest was in her element playing a piece from “Pirates of the Carribean.” My boy looked so grown up with a tie he borrowed from Dad. We weren’t sure my youngest would even announce her pieces, but she did, in a loud clear voice. When she finished her duet with our teacher, she exchanged a comical look of surprise with Ammie, as though to say, “Wow, we did that?!”
There were about ten of us who performed; I was the only grown-up. The kids looked so unself-conscious. I wish I could bottle that quality and take it in doses when I am writing.
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