I told Thing One to bring his music to the piano recital on Saturday.
“I’m not going to need it,” he says.
“Bring it anyway, just in case,” I reply. After all, I have been in piano recitals before as a beginning player. Plus, that’s what the teacher recommends.
At his turn, he marches up there leaving his music on his chair, plays his piece beautifully, bows and sits back down looking so very smug.
There must have been something in my eye. It was misty.
Only the piano teacher was able to play her piece at the very end of the recital without her music.
All the students played beautifully, music or no. Her advanced students played with skill and passion, a testament to her teaching ability.
More importantly, however, there were twenty children and young adults who, in this day of watching too much TV, yapping on the phone and sending text messages, took the time to learn a very advanced acoustical musical instrument. In fact, they spent time to not only learn to play music, but to play it for us, the audience.