Sunday was our piano recital--and it went beautifully!
Bud went first, playing "Maple Leaf Rag" and a rustic dance without any sheet music! And I don't think he missed a note. I love watching him play.
Then Sis went, playing my favorite "Cups" song and something called Rockin' 6. I think it was the best I've heard her play them. Really well done.
And then it was my turn. "Greensleeves." Ugh. I missed a note in the first several bars but recovered without making a sound or a face . . . and I finished playing the whole thing, perfectly (for me) even though my hands began to shake almost uncontrollably, just like last time. But I kept them moving and finished the song. I almost cheered for myself! Whew.
And I won't ever do that again. My first recital was an experiment; this last one was a kind of redemption since I didn't feel like the first one went as smoothly as I'd hoped. So I accomplished what I set out to do. Let the recital be for the kiddos. I'll still take lessons--love them!--but I don't need to perform again. Makes me too anxious. And I've discovered, since Sunday, that I now play the song even better without the nerves of thinking of the recital--and I have memorized it! I now have a nice song I can play anytime, anywhere, without the music. Yay! This was one of my major goals of piano lessons.
But back to Sunday. Because it had gone so well for all of us, I was able to sit back and enjoy the rest of the pianists. They really are a talented bunch. And we all have a great teacher.
Both of which we celebrated with sweets afterwards.