It's OVER! I feel such a sense of relief that the concerts are over.
I had fun, I really did and it was a good experience. I got to give the world premiere of a strange and wonderful piece. I felt honored by my fellow orchestra members and that was amazing and surprising. They were all very supportive and through it all I felt more like one of them then I ever have. I met and worked with the composer who has led a fascinating life. He was trying to talk A into playing his trumpet concerto next year! Lol.
The first performance was tense. I was so nervous and the crowd was so full and CLOSE to me. I don't like it when people are so close! Megan, Pat, and my Dad all came to see me and it really meant so much to me that they were there. Afterwards I was invited to a reception and so many people came up to me with smiling faces to say that they enjoyed the performance. I admit I was really insecure about the audience liking it. And me for that matter. So unless they were lying (if they were thank goodness they are good liars) they didn't hate it.
The second performance was last night in an adjacent town. It was HOT the air was stuffy and I couldn't swallow my mouth was so dry. Strangely, though I was so much more relaxed and I felt it was a good performance.
On the way home I had several random Highway thoughts:
Driving one of those Semi(?) trucks seems like it could be kind of cool. What a life, driving along all alone for days on end. Every day would be a road trip day!
I wonder why Europe is always more environmentally conscious than we are? I mean my city used to have a trolly that ran down town but other than that the public transport is a fleet of stinky polluting buses. Why have we never considered electric buses?
I have to drive down there again soon for a quintet performance, so I though here is an opportunity for me to car pool and start living more green. Then I thought about how much I enjoy my alone time, which is almost exclusively in the car. Or sometimes in the bathroom but that is no guarantee.
Then I thought about how my friend Brandon used to live near there and how he is gone now. Then I thought about my old quintet and I missed late night goof ball rehearsals before competitions.
There were a couple University people who played on this concert. I exchanged numbers with the Flute player. She was nice and she had a very pretty sound. I think about her like she lives in another world. A world I used to live in but now it seems so strange and far away. I am a Mommy now and I can't relate to people who can devote 7 hours to playing flute anymore. I felt a twinge of regret and longing when that thought hit me. I wish that I could be the player that used to practice that much. I felt so much more confident and brave back then. That's not to say that my playing hasn't grown since I have been out of school. I think my teaching has helped me to grow and develop in different ways. But there is no substitute for regular practice. Regrets, sure but really I would not change anything about my Mommy status.
Ara is a diarrhea factory since yesterday. There is a Mommy perk you all could have gone without hearing about I bet!
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