First Performance 2016: I Accept Hugs

I had my first performance of the year. Yaaaay. And it was on a Monday. Ummm.....yaaaaay?

Other than teaching piano on Monday evenings, I usually don't have anything going on for me during the day. I can say my week truly begins on Tuesdays. Or maybe I am just in denial about the end of the weekend. Either way, I never get Monday blues as a result. But, ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce that for the first time in years, I had Monday blues. I am usually excited for performances. This particular performance, I should have been over the moon about, because it was a group I had wanted to play with for a long time, and it was my first performance of the year. But nope. I had that "ugh, work again" feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Firstly, we had only had two run-throughs together with the band, so I wasn't particularly confident with how we would sound. Secondly, after a particularly grueling disagreement with Mr Man, we had just made up the day before. After all the sweet nothings muttered, the only thing I wanted to do, as a result of that post make up high, was to stay at home and cuddle all day. The rain even set the mood for me. Like, it was a sign that we should stay home and love each other. Tightly. But alas, real life happens and bills will have to be paid and my red BMW X6, with custom made interior, will have to be bought. Unfortunately for me (and all ye suckers for romance....I see you) staying at home loving each other will not pay the bills. As someone once rightly stated, we cannot show up at our children's school and say, "forgive us for not paying the school fees, but we are in love. Will you take hugs instead?"

With that, I begrudgingly attended the performance. Other than some slight hitches with the sound because of power outages as a result of the bad weather, I would say that the show went pretty well, especially given that we did not have enough time to rehearse and half the band members were new.

At the end of the show, my cousin, and probably my closest friend and sister, asked me how the show went. Of course, being me, I ranted about the sound and lack of drums and what not. Then she pointed out to me that I am a perfectionist and I always think I performed poorly even when it was a good performance. The conversation with her made me realize that I really should lighten up and just enjoy myself. Besides, most times the audience wouldn't even have noticed that part where I played the C-sharp instead of the A-natural, right? *shrugs and skips away*