Wow.
I really don't know if I have words. Imagine that?
It is 10:30 p.m. Tuesday evening. I just got home a bit ago from the end of the year choir concert at the music center. It was incredible!
Especially since the whole group, including myself was rather insecure about our parts up until last night when I led a sectional for the altos.
But we pulled it together. Our director was his usual vivacious self. It was pure magic the way we came together. During warmups he complimented us, expressing amazement at how good the group sounded. One of the altos piped up, "It was because of Zita!"
They all laughed. But my heart was warmed.
I won't go into detail. I am tired. And close to tears. Performance does this to me. But it is good.
We received thunderous applause after our performance. The director and I were given flowers. The choir gave me a card with $ in it which I will put towards my grandma car! I will be able to buy it soon. Thank God, because my grandbaby is due in three short months and my daughter and her husband have moved over the river to Vancouver, Washington!
The director of the music center even acknowledged me in a speech onstage as he was handing out musical awards.
After the performance, when people were mingling, hugging and offering words of congratulations, one of the singers came up and told me how much she appreciated my piano playing. I confided in her. I needed to say this. I said, "It is a good thing I suffer from low self esteem. Because I was afraid I could not pull off leading the choir last week, or even the sectional. I was also even afraid I wasn't prepared to play the piano part. But that made me work extra hard. And so the compliments I am getting are that much sweeter!"
Let's hear it for low self esteem!
And I am inspired. I want to commit to regular piano practice again. I have said this before. I seem to be always starting over. But the time is now! It felt so good to succeed!
Success is indeed sweet!
Side note: Our performance was not perfect. But the music was extremely challenging and we gave it our best. A lot of heart, soul, blood, sweat and tears went into that musical performance.
I am so glad to be part of this group. They are on break for the summer. And when we resume practice in the fall, I shall be a grandma!
I have lived a lot of life while accompanying this choir. It is time I acknowledged how truly grateful I am to be a part of it.
On that note, I must go to bed. I imagine I will have a post performance hangover tomorrow. But it was worth it!
Happy Tuesday!
Talk to you tomorrow.
Love,
Zita
I really don't know if I have words. Imagine that?
It is 10:30 p.m. Tuesday evening. I just got home a bit ago from the end of the year choir concert at the music center. It was incredible!
Especially since the whole group, including myself was rather insecure about our parts up until last night when I led a sectional for the altos.
But we pulled it together. Our director was his usual vivacious self. It was pure magic the way we came together. During warmups he complimented us, expressing amazement at how good the group sounded. One of the altos piped up, "It was because of Zita!"
They all laughed. But my heart was warmed.
I won't go into detail. I am tired. And close to tears. Performance does this to me. But it is good.
We received thunderous applause after our performance. The director and I were given flowers. The choir gave me a card with $ in it which I will put towards my grandma car! I will be able to buy it soon. Thank God, because my grandbaby is due in three short months and my daughter and her husband have moved over the river to Vancouver, Washington!
The director of the music center even acknowledged me in a speech onstage as he was handing out musical awards.
After the performance, when people were mingling, hugging and offering words of congratulations, one of the singers came up and told me how much she appreciated my piano playing. I confided in her. I needed to say this. I said, "It is a good thing I suffer from low self esteem. Because I was afraid I could not pull off leading the choir last week, or even the sectional. I was also even afraid I wasn't prepared to play the piano part. But that made me work extra hard. And so the compliments I am getting are that much sweeter!"
Let's hear it for low self esteem!
And I am inspired. I want to commit to regular piano practice again. I have said this before. I seem to be always starting over. But the time is now! It felt so good to succeed!
Success is indeed sweet!
Side note: Our performance was not perfect. But the music was extremely challenging and we gave it our best. A lot of heart, soul, blood, sweat and tears went into that musical performance.
I am so glad to be part of this group. They are on break for the summer. And when we resume practice in the fall, I shall be a grandma!
I have lived a lot of life while accompanying this choir. It is time I acknowledged how truly grateful I am to be a part of it.
On that note, I must go to bed. I imagine I will have a post performance hangover tomorrow. But it was worth it!
Happy Tuesday!
Talk to you tomorrow.
Love,
Zita
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