The Monday after

It's monday, but it's not a bad one. The nice thing about today is that I'm actually going to get to stay home today, since I don't have choir practice. Speaking of choir, the performance saturday was awesome. Everyone sang great, we had a good time, and the audience was thoroughly entertained. Dad says that I really set the stage with my solo peice, which is probably true. He started out with dimming the lights until there was only a spotlight on the piano, and I walked in all by myself. I was terrified, but apparently it was the dramatic touch he was looking for. I sat down at the piano and just started playing, no introduction, no nothing. People slowly stopped talking, and after about 30 seconds I was on a roll and the audience was silent, just listening. Not bad, if I may say so. It's been a long time since I enjoyed manipulating an audience like that. I played Edvard Greig's piano solo called Butterfly. It's not a very difficult peice in technical terms, I learned it when I was 13, but it's breathtaking when played with the right amount of expression. I put a lot of feeling into it, and I like to take a few creative liberties in how I interpret some of the passages. It's really a beautiful piece. I had a lot of people come to me and congratulate me afterwards, and one man asked if I played professionally! Wow. If only they knew that I was shaking to pieces out of nervousness, and that I actually forgot part of it and skipped an entire section to cover it up. All in all, I had a good performance, and it's made me miss playing the piano the way I used to. I feel like I want to start practicing regularly again, maybe take a few lessons. But can I really find the time? I don't know. Will I make the time? We shall see....