Dressed up for the big day, little hands search for the notes.
Musical pieces with funny names –
Popcorn is hers, played with staccato enthusiasm
He chooses My Paddle’s Keen And Bright, performed like a canoe in choppy water but with pride.
Another music year over – the prodding to practice, the rush to lessons, trying to remember what we’ve forgotten, the encouragement and tears. They have learned so much.
The anxiety - no wait – that’s me. They live in the moment, never self-conscious, blurting out exactly what is on their mind, oblivious to their imperfections and rhythm mistakes. Music is anther way to play.
Eyes shine and they take a bow.