Here we are playing our piece. We're in the back. You can see the sixth graders, and you can see my hair. If you look really carefully, you can sometimes see a piece of my face.
My stand partner turned to me at the end of the piece and said, "I messed up on that last section."
"I did too," I said.
Then, she went on to play the solo in the first movement of a fancy Vivaldi concerto. She played it really, really well. So, if she messed up at the end of the Csardas, then certainly I can too.
2 comments:
As I mentioned to the soloist (?) this morning. You are the only one that messed up... no one else knew. Good job!!
Good job....!
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