We got the first year strings!
I have been pining for them. The teacher always looks so laid back and calm and happy. Like he has taken drugs and is just waiting for the kids to start so that he can laugh at the audience listening to them. He clicks his fingers louder than the children play. He actually blushed tonight, when one of the little songs came apart half way through.
None of the children cried on stage, though there was one violinist who didn't actually play the whole time she was out there. She did look very pretty posed to bow. There was however a crying girl escorted through the audatorium by her mother. Possibly distressed by her performance? I don't know. They all look the same to me in their little blue and white shirts and plaits.
Queen has never been quite the same for me since hearing 1st year wind play a short mishmash of "We will rock you" and "Another one bites the dust".
The two ladies next to me couldn't hold it together during 1st year strings and collapsed into giggles. My pregnant sister felt the need to leave the room. Sadly no older fathers stiffling curses at their wives for dragging them along. Most parents seemed quite happy to be there.
Shame that, but one can't have everything.
The trumpets and trombones seemed to sound more duck like than earlier in the year. Depressed ducks in need of prozac.
My 13 yr old niece threatened to punch me very very hard if I sang along to Jingle Bell Rock. Luckily it turned out I don't actually know the words. Tortured her by leering at the drum teacher.
She called me a freak and a loser.
I reminded her I have not yet bought her Christmas present and she might want to rethink that one.
All in all, a most satisfactory evening
(My nieces arm and saxophone)
((the one at the back on the left))
Sounds like you had a good time.
ReplyDeleteFor me, one recital blends in with another, and another, and another....
lol - i live in the moment
ReplyDeleteall the children in the music track at the school my nieces/nephew go to are all terribly outgoing, confident and comfortable on stage - it always kind of boggles me
stages fill me with stiff unyielding terror