Tuesday was cello recital. It started quite early in the evening because some choir had booked the room for a rehearsal later. I wasn’t the only student who made it in the nick of time. I had just enough time to run upstairs and go through the piece, a duet, with the woman who was playing it with me.

I had asked my teacher for two things: an easy piece, so I could concentrate on the music and not the technique; and a duet or something, so I could play with other people. He found something and we practiced it a few times.

There was one hardish part in the middle, but the rest was pretty straightforward.

I was a little suspicious at the recital, because I wasn’t a bit nervous. Then we sat down to play, and we played it.

In the middle of playing, I realized we had made it past the hard part with a minimum of messing it up, and that the rest would be easy. And it was. I enjoyed it.

My wife told me I looked relaxed as well, and had smiled the whole time.

Gamma told me that the wee girl who played a concerto I had played a couple years ago didn’t play it as well as I had. I said thanks.

I’m relieved that the music school year is over, though.