Yesterday was my final concert with the community orchestra I've been playing with. I'm both saddened and relieved. As such, my husband and I decided he would bravely attempt to bring our two small children to the concert and hope for good behavior. As happens once a month these days, I am sick. I am recovering from yet another sinus infection. So I armed myself with a small baggie of a dozen cough drops, hoping and praying I would not have to exit the stage mid-movement to cough up my lung.
My cute boys took their $5 student seats in the balcony amidst multiple comments (I am told) on how handsome they looked in their shirts and ties. The concert began, and ended. In the middle, a few things happened.
First, I went through nearly all of my cough drops and didn't embark on a coughing fit until the last 40 measures. I barreled through, eyes watering, trying to cough only in the loud parts without spewing my cough drop into the first violins.
Secondly, I lost my place a few times during the cello solo despite the overly simple 2nd Violin part because I could not stop looking at the cellist. I am a total sucker for a cellist, neanderthal or no (I'm all for a hairy man, but there comes a point, Sasquatch where you ought to trim everything up a bit--like right before donning a tuxedo). Hair notwithstanding, I was moved by the music, the cellist and the thought that this would be my last chance to sit across the room and watch him (who my husband has dubbed "my orchestra boyfriend") play the cello.
Lastly, Elliot fell asleep before the start of the concert as did Ethan about15 minutes in. As my friend duly noted, there are worse things they could have done during the concert. I'll take it as a compliment.
2 comments:
I think we may have the same orchestra boyfriend, because I found myself rather distracted by him during the concert as well, New Testament hair and all. He's in a string quartet, so if you need a fix in the future I can direct you to the website! (I was visiting for totally legit purposes . . . I know all three of the other members, and look forward to opportunities to hear them play. Or at least, that's what I tell myself!)
ANd you will sorely be missed in said community orchestra. Not that I'll be there too much to miss you, because it is really kind of taxing to play there. And I will most certainly not be filling your librarian shoes. Because I'm not a masochist, not even for the sad little amount of money the offered. Tell me again why you did it?!?
Um, naivete. Let's say I was railroaded into it and was too naive to say no. Email me the website link will you?
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