Ok. That’s kind of misleading. We actually don’t go anywhere tomorrow. All we do is our first concert, which is at Purchase College. Which, in all truthfulness is nothing to sneeze at. I mean, I’m about to play my first concert as a part of the National Youth Orchestra. That’s pretty stinking awesome.
I am now having a moment with my website. Evidently, something is amiss in the media upload world because all I get when I try to share a picture from today’s dress rehearsal is this:
Flip it, re-upload it: whatever I do, this is what I get. With this one picture. I haven’t the slightest clue. Then again, it’s 11:03 and I’m tired and I haven’t updated my software in a while. Maybe I should…
Regardless, the dress rehearsal went great. I had another moment during the rehearsal. It was a fluke. To y’all it would probably seem like a minor fluke. To me, it was the biggest fluke that fluked in flukeville (careful on my spelling there). I hadn’t properly checked my setup and as such missed an entrance. It was the end of the world.
Or perhaps not. I beat myself up for a while, but (sparing you once again the minute details about how my brain works), I ultimately came to an inspiring realization. Basically, nobody said anything. At all. Not even “Maracas, you missed your solo.” It. Was. Nothing. Realizing that I could release myself from the self-criticism that came along with the mistake, I think, was the most valuable lesson I’ve learned since I’ve been here. I experienced what I hope and feel is the epitome of professionalism despite my momentary mistake. Mistakes happen. People are human. It’s nice to have other people remind me of that sometimes so that I can give myself a break.
That being said, I’ll be checking three or four times to make sure the maracas are in place for tomorrow’s concert.