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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Musical Nightmare
I'm in a big violin contest that involves not just each contestant, but a group of other students who will play the accompanying symphony part of the piece. Ironically my piece is an abridged form of the first of Bach's Sonatas and Partitas for the Solo Violin.
When I go on stage I realize that my accompanying group leader is my mom and once I start playing I realize that she had not taught the students their parts at all. Not only had she taught them nothing, but she also wanted to take pictures of me on stage, in front of the judges, and wanted me to pose for the pictures instead of beginning my piece. I tell her "no" angrily.
So through all this I am struggling to play as well as I can, all alone on stage, and one of the students even has the nerve to come up and ask me questions loudly and shake me when I don't answer. I try to concentrate and continue playing because after all this is a serious contest. At this point my niece runs over from backstage and starts pulling at me also.
Soon I lose it and hurriedly end the piece with a few notes. I am so angry about the debacle that I am crying, and still my mom is trying to take pictures of me.
When I go on stage I realize that my accompanying group leader is my mom and once I start playing I realize that she had not taught the students their parts at all. Not only had she taught them nothing, but she also wanted to take pictures of me on stage, in front of the judges, and wanted me to pose for the pictures instead of beginning my piece. I tell her "no" angrily.
So through all this I am struggling to play as well as I can, all alone on stage, and one of the students even has the nerve to come up and ask me questions loudly and shake me when I don't answer. I try to concentrate and continue playing because after all this is a serious contest. At this point my niece runs over from backstage and starts pulling at me also.
Soon I lose it and hurriedly end the piece with a few notes. I am so angry about the debacle that I am crying, and still my mom is trying to take pictures of me.
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