You showed up. With all your music. All the music inside you. All thirteen pieces. You made a couple uncharacteristic oops but that was probably nerves. You choose good tempos and did the beautiful nuances that you planned. I wouldn't trade a flawless performance for a flat one. Not for the world. Your grandaddy would be proud of you too.
Your teachers from school were there and even your principal made an appearance. Of course many of the normal cast of characters were there, Grandpa and Grandma, Grandmommy, Auntie Ann, and Maggie. For the record, Maggie took an oath of silence before the first note. Two friends from school and a family from the studio balanced out the audience.
Your string players did a beautiful job and seemed to enjoy themselves. They are good musicians and nice people. The four trios were really fun and exciting listening.
A highlight was your jazz composition at the end. Calvin's Blues.
At these graduation recitals everyone always oohs and ahhs about memorizing so many pieces. I know that is not the challenge for you. With the exception of the repeats on the second movement of the Beethoven Sonatina you don't even think about the memory any more than I would think about speaking the English language. It is just a language that you speak. Your mother tongue. The challenge for you is being there in the moment and listening again, even after you have listened 1000 times before. To hear it fresh anew. To show up. You did it.
I am proud of your music, I am proud of your focus, but mostly I am proud of your heart. Well done, kid.
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