Our local conservatorium decided to host a music marathon–ten hours of straight music. Well. I agreed to do a piece…a hard piece, for my Grade 6 flute exam. This piece is….
I had to announce it myself, which was probably the worst bit, because I got tongue-tied over Sonatina. No Dvorak. Which I think I pronounced right. Sonatina. Every neuron in my head begged me to say Sonata. But no. It’s a Sonatina. After I spit the title out, I was…more or less fine.
Cait and I went a while before I was on so we could watch the other students. That was fun. The vast majority of them were pretty good. And I got nervous, and nervous, because I have a weird thing going that I perform without music. Firstly, it makes the performer look a lot cooler, and secondly, if I don’t have music, I’ve got a good excuse for all my mistakes. So I stewed there for a while, and then I could finally get it over with.
I lost a lot of hair when I washed it this morning, so I may have been more nervous than I thought.
I didn’t do… too lousily. I made a few mistakes. One of them sounded like a trill, so that’s not so bad… and I breathed in the last note. That’s terrible. That’s unforgivable. I was dying. And nervous. More nervous than usual, because I hadn’t performed for some time.
Anyway, my portable camera-person (you know her as Cait) videoed the whole thing. Except for my bumbling introduction. She skipped that, and I’m very glad.
Here’s the song: watch at your own risk.
And, afterward, because she is not only good at recording my questionable performances, Cait took me to Gloria Jeans for an iced chocolate, to use up a voucher she got for Christmas. Isn’t she nice? Aw…
Don’t forget to keep an eye out for the giveaway and author interviews…coming up this Tuesday!