The eisteddfods came, and I was ready! I had all three pieces memorized and up to go. Of course, of the day I felt a little different. Especially when I stood up on stage with my heart thumping so fast I could hardly steady my breath to tune.
But I did it. Maybe I didn’t get first. Maybe I’ve played my pieces better. But I did it.
So for the first piece I get up there apprehensive, knowing that one of my two competitors had won first for an earlier section, and the other had played the clarinet. Surely she wouldn’t specialize in both flute and clarinet, and it turns out she skipped the section. I was a little relived. It was either first or second now…
The first girl played her piece. It was good. Nothing I think she’d gloat about, compared to her previous performance. So I went and played mine. By memory. And the adjudicator was thrilled. She said it was the first piece by memory for the eisteddfods. So there was a first place trophy in my hand. And I don’t think I stopped beaming until closer to the next section, when the next lot of nerves started to set in.
My last piece had been classical and slow, nice and minor. This one was jazz, fast with a little pizazz. I didn’t play it as well as my first one. But I did it justice. But there was this kid who played the saxophone. He did it pretty well. I think jazz probably suited his style. Anyway, he got first and I got second. A bit disappointing, because I’d really worked hard on Stoker’s Siding.
Now third and lastly came another jazzy piece. Turns out I had the same boy competing, and I thought, “Great. He’ll probably get it now.” He did. Some say the judge was biased. I don’t know. The saxophone boy was pretty good. I, personally, think my piece was probably more complex than his. But what the judge says it what the judge says. And it stays that way.
|Sorry about the quality of this photo. Our photographer left with Xavier who was getting fussy to go home, so we ended up having to get another person to send us the photo–and it didn’t exactly come out great, as you can see.|
So they hand out the trophies for the last section, and there is this trophy for the Most Promising Performer. We all knew it: the saxophone boy was going to get it. Either him or his elder brother who also played the saxophone, or another older girl who was pretty good at the saxophone. The judge obviously like saxophones. So we wait for them to say it…and…it’s me! And I think, “Wow.” I think it was the biggest applause of the afternoon. (It was pretty much the biggest trophy of the afternoon.)
So now I will have my name engraved on the perpetual trophy for the Most Promising Performer that sits in a cabinet in the library. Wow. Who’d have thought, eh?
And thanks, Cait, for accompanying me for two of my pieces. You did great.