So far, so good.
I hoped I enraptured their attention spans as I played my cello with precision. To their credit, they certainly had more patience than the average listener of top 40 drivel; they were certainly unlike those classless bullies who derogated me at every turn for my musical tastes.
I played some tetrachords in this moment of my piece as I really felt like I was getting into the intensity of this part of the piece.
Then one note slipped as I thrashed my Strings with my bow.
I mentally shook my head.
I didn’t need to throw in some Karl Orff or even Tyondai Braxton in this symphonic movement.
Curses…
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