On Saturday, we went to Emily's first-ever recital. Man, those things are LONG!! Even with each kid playing for a short time--I think the longest piece played was less than five minutes long--we sat there for nearly two hours. We left before the intermission. That's not a typo: we left before the intermission.
I'm happy to say that my daughter acquitted herself very well. About three bars before the end of her performance, she began to crack a little bit of a smile. Like her dad, she's a bit of a perfectionist and she has frequently ended practice sessions in tears because she couldn't master something. Yeah, we're talking about practice...(sorry Mr. Iverson, but I couldn't resist). We even witnessed two tearful outbursts about the piece she later played so well at the recital.
But on Saturday, I saw that little smile. She knew that it wasn't a perfect performance, but she knew that it was a very good one. Maybe she'll catch a bit more of the fire and really want to become a good musician.
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