Those notes in that long finale were higher than my anxiety.
The octaves were soaring much like this piece’s namesake.
My violin playing was starting to get a bit flat.
Crap! I got to correct that mistake. I finally caught up and played louder once I got those notes back on track.
Oh yeah, I got this.
It was a good thing I played quieter until the big crescendo.
Corinne was the first to stand up and applaud us at the Rutland High School Orchestra.
I finally did it.
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