Music
We had the most amazing rehearsal tonight at wind symphony practice. Everyone was there, we'd obviously practiced, everything sound so great. Steve even got optimistic and wants to add another piece from "Suite of Old American Dances" to the concert. Steve and optimism just don't go together. That's how good rehearsal was.
I had forgotten my flute bag, though. Patrick had to bring it to me all the way across town. I had packed everything up the night before and stuck my bag in the laundry room, so I would grab it on my way out the door, and then just left it right where it was. I didn't even think about it once until I got to rehearsal and turned around to grab my bag and realized I had no memory of putting it into the car with me. So for the first twenty minutes I was kinda twiddling my thumbs. I missed all of "Sleep," but I was on my game tonight for "American Overture," and I played and counted the tricky middle section correctly for the first time.
Also, something else Patrick did for me. He told me, "When your hands are shaking, just take a deep breath, and it'll stop." So when my hand started shaking as I conducted, I did just that, and it worked perfectly. After I conducted Encanto and was dismounting the podium, Steve mentioned to us, "I don't know if you notice, but I've noticed, such a huge difference in her confidence level and conducting..." Met with cheers from my bandmates. I was really really touched.
When I got home tonight, I was talking nonstop about rehearsal to Patrick. He said, "So how was the rest of your day?" I blanked for a second. "Oh that. I remember being angry with a lot of people." "That's every day." Yup.
Also, coming in tonight, I saw a sympathy card from our vet office. The night Ross passed away, Patrick called and left a message for Dr. Cox letting him know, and thanking him for everything he did for Ross, but we were so emotional we'd forgotten all about it a minute after. That was very kind of them. Sympathy cards are something I didn't really understand until this year. I know everyone is different, but for me, it was meaningful that people took the time to send a card or even just a note, and say, well, they were sympathetic.
I had forgotten my flute bag, though. Patrick had to bring it to me all the way across town. I had packed everything up the night before and stuck my bag in the laundry room, so I would grab it on my way out the door, and then just left it right where it was. I didn't even think about it once until I got to rehearsal and turned around to grab my bag and realized I had no memory of putting it into the car with me. So for the first twenty minutes I was kinda twiddling my thumbs. I missed all of "Sleep," but I was on my game tonight for "American Overture," and I played and counted the tricky middle section correctly for the first time.
Also, something else Patrick did for me. He told me, "When your hands are shaking, just take a deep breath, and it'll stop." So when my hand started shaking as I conducted, I did just that, and it worked perfectly. After I conducted Encanto and was dismounting the podium, Steve mentioned to us, "I don't know if you notice, but I've noticed, such a huge difference in her confidence level and conducting..." Met with cheers from my bandmates. I was really really touched.
When I got home tonight, I was talking nonstop about rehearsal to Patrick. He said, "So how was the rest of your day?" I blanked for a second. "Oh that. I remember being angry with a lot of people." "That's every day." Yup.
Also, coming in tonight, I saw a sympathy card from our vet office. The night Ross passed away, Patrick called and left a message for Dr. Cox letting him know, and thanking him for everything he did for Ross, but we were so emotional we'd forgotten all about it a minute after. That was very kind of them. Sympathy cards are something I didn't really understand until this year. I know everyone is different, but for me, it was meaningful that people took the time to send a card or even just a note, and say, well, they were sympathetic.