Concerts and recitals have been such an integral part of my life since I was a young tyke learning how to play the trombone. It was always such an emotional roller coaster when getting ready for a performance with all sorts of things running through my head. Is my instrument in good, working order? Do I look silly in my suit? Did I practice enough with my accompanist? What kind of response will the audience have? That was only the 3 seconds before walking out on stage, not anywhere close to the thoughts running around my head for weeks beforehand. After all those recitals and such, the endless dress rehearsals, the recordings from the concerts, the musical trips for performances, and the long nights in the practice room, I can only think that it made me that much better of a musician. But what made all those years more special is that I would like to think that I was able to pass some of that talent and knowledge down to my daughter. She loves to sing, draw, paint, and pretty much anything that is related to the arts. I can't say that I've been prouder of her than when I got to see her annual fall concert with her classmates. She'd been talking about it for weeks, especially after finding out that she was given a solo. Sitting there in the audience, I was so proud when her teacher introduced her for the beginning of the "Rudolph" song, and brought her to the front. She was amazing, obviously, and made her dad both proud of her performance and nervous for the many more I'm sure she will do after having many of the same nervous moments I experienced just a few years ago.
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