Dancing fingers

 

Michelle on the piano :)

Audrey on the piano :)

Me on the piano :)

It was already 3:55 PM when I arrived in school and rushed towards the Music Department instead of the recital venue for me to practice with three of my other classmates/co-recitalists. Out of fear and total nervousness, we hid ourselves from the views of the audience, other recitalists, and our Special Music teachers. We had a little chitchat and ended up with the topic about our class adviser being there in the venue already. And yeah, the word SHOCKED was written on our faces.

We decided to go to the venue of the recital until Audrey asked me to go with her to the comfort room. So, the four of us separated: Audrey and I, and Michelle and Shalom (the one who invited our class adviser). Thereafter, we entered Mary's Little Theatre and sat at the back part which eased our nervous selves for a while since the air con didn't affect our hands (hands will be cold and therefore cannot play properly). After a few moments when the number was close to ours, Audrey and I transferred to the white chairs by the right aisle of the theatre and sat there. Shalom was seated in front of us and pointed something at the back. When I turned my head, there I spotted my Biology teacher! Alleluiah finally she made it! I invited her last year yet she wasn't able to come and there she was, sitting and waving at me. Awesome teacher is awesome \m/ And surprisingly she sat beside my adviser. BFFs. Hahahahaha :)

My number was reaaaaally near (#33) and my hands started to get cold. Audrey and I rubbed our hands together to create heat but no use.

I was able to play my first piece (Organ Prelude #6 by Bach). Though I knew deep inside me I committed mistakes in my playing, everyone still commented it was perfectly played, most especially my Music teacher who told me that the mistakes weren't clearly heard.

I went up onstage when it was my turn again to play (#37) and I was able to hear murmurs about "hey, didn't she play awhile ago? is she going to replay her piece?" something like that. But I think somehow, modesty aside, my second piece, Agitato by Mendelssohn, wowed the audience and had their jaws dropped. I had several mistakes, I know. But I continued playing because if I would stop, I would really forget.

The recital ended with huge smiles and vain camera-captured faces. We were congratulating each other, giving out hugs and smiles.

It was an awesome afternoon, most especially the camera moments after the recital. Tomorrow is the start of our last week of school since next week will be our finals (oh noooooooo!) and after our finals will be days of practices for graduation. I hope everything will be alright. Ü

A musician must remember that the quality of his music doesn't depend on how advanced he is, but relies on how he interprets it.