Third Time: Not a Charm

Last Sunday my friend who was going to play with me in church today canceled—we hadn't practiced together, and I had a feeling that she didn't think I could pull it off. Oh well. I felt bad for canceling, and the music chairwoman was not thrilled, since almost everyone who initially said they'd be contributing backed down. Sad day. I guess I felt bad enough, because when she suggested that I play the song we picked out as a solo I turned her down (the cello part was accompaniment, by itself it would have sucked), but went and found a song I could play with relative ease.

Today I played "O Come, O Come Emanuel". It was beautiful—minus a really bad note very early in the song. I played through it, but I really wanted to start again.

Afterwards I was talking to a friend who reassured me that minus that note, I was right on key, and didn't get out of rhythm. In fact, that note was right in rhythm. Too bad I landed on the wrong string, eh?

One of these days I won't suck.

Oh, funny bit? I made an ugly face when it happened, and immediately had to remove all emotion from my face. The ward pianist always makes ugly faces when she screws up, so she definitely enjoyed that from me.

One day... one day...