It’s late. I had my last concert of the year tonight. That’s a relief. The big stressful ones are usually the programs (because it’s a lot of details depending on me), but this was a fifth grade concert, which was the collaborative effort of four schools and three musical programs (band, orchestra, and chorus).
They sang really well. I’d like to take all the credit, but I can’t because we shared the teaching. It was really sweet to stand in front of kids singing a song written by Handel called Sing For Joy.
Sing for Joy, sing out with a joyful sound, sing out with a joyful sound, sing joy and praise forever more. Joy, joy, sing out with joyful sound. Joy, Joy, Joy! Sing for Joy!
I found it to be praise-y.
But you know what the best part about concerts is? My audience member. I’ve had a few friends come to these concerts before (they don’t always return…), but one has not missed a single one of my teaching concerts. I understand that is immense pressure to keep a perfect record and I would TOTALLY understand if a conflict kept him from coming, but I think my favorite part of the stress and toil of having a concert is enjoying dinner, multiple hugs, and conversation with my dad on concert nights. That’s who I share my work with.
Besides concerting, it’s HOT. Man oh man. 80 some degrees all week long. My apartment is hot, too. Ugh. Humid as well. I’m going to turn in for the night, but not before digging out some shorts…the days of sweats may be over for this spring…