Now, 8 months later with my actual concert outfit on me, I can enthusiastically say that I'm ready for it.
Ready for any of those perverted stares from random people while I have to stretch my legs in order to play my cello.
Ready for when one of my strings pop outta tune, I have my stand-partner for life, Matt to help me.
Ready for my 10 o'clock mandatory district auditions, even though I just played the easiest part of the piece a couple days ago (I have a remarkable strategy!).
Ready for that one last breath before the stage curtains roll out.
Ready for all the joyous parents taking numerous pictures, one half a second after the curtain rolls out.
Ready for all those annoying comments saying that my skirt was too short even when it's not. (It's past my knees conservatives!)
And, I'm ready for that ultra quiet sound, that moment before we plot our bow on our string, and play our 14, 15, 16, and 19-year-old hearts out.
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Although tomorrow is going to be an awesome day (for many, many reasons) I'm a bit nervous on our playing ability.
We rehearsed today, during 7th period in the auditorium in front of chatty study hall students. We didn't sound all too good. Maybe that's just me acting pessimistic (for once) but I like perfection. Close to perfection is fine too, but when it's in front of many audiences, we want to sound gosh-darn, flippin' good.
Our mediocre playing has been a continuation, since the 7th grade. We only had a few really good concerts that were memorable. I miss the 6th grade years when all our concerts were good.
Maybe the reason why we were so good in 6th grade because Ms. Betchel pushed us to the limits and made us cry when we couldn't play. Or, the pieces were just too easy - like 1st grade music. Also, it can be the fact that as teenagers in high school, we have so much stuff on our minds. Love, schoolwork, sports, family wars, hangin' out; we just have hardly any time to practice our instruments like we did in our no-life-6th-grade world.
Either option, it worked to our highest advantage.
I've noticed, as the years pass by, we age a little, act differently (sometimes), but I've also been anticipating to sit on that sweet comfy seat in Orchestra and play my 'ello.
Maybe it's because the people in Orchestra have always been so nice and just so dear to me that they always make me happy.
Or maybe it’s my stand partner, and how he brightens up all of my days.
It can also be the fact that I always enjoy playing my cello – even when all of my fingers are bruised up…all the hours I could of spent at home, I was in that little room in the back of the Orchestra room, playing my cello until dark – walk to my mum’s salon in Main street and stay there until God knows what.
That’s what people call extensive playing & really weird. Psshh. That’s an understatement. It’s more than that. It’s called passion.
Speaking of passion, when you see me at my concert tomorrow, in my sparkly black tank top and my velvet skirt, I play the cello with passion.
I may not be the best cellist there but it’s positive as hell that I’m on that stage for many reasons. With all the hard work and sacrifices I made, I’m showing the audience what I got.
P.S. That remarkable strategy for my mandatory district audition tomorrow, is this:
Since it’s a blind audition (the judges cannot see you) I’m will bring the original piece, but I will also bring the “easier to read” version so I don’t have to look at ugly tenor cleft. Viva la Bass cleft!
Also, if they ask me to play a scale that I’m not so good at (such as A flat) I will automatically just play E flat or anything else depending on what they ask me.
Not to mention, if the judges tell me to play a part of the piece that I haven’t rehearsed (because I did mention earlier that I DO NOT know how to play tenor cleft seeing as I’ve first practiced the easiest part a couple days ago `till 6pm today) I will just play the part I’ve been always practicing. It sure beats playing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star as Ulric suggested!
