Hmm it seems that all the boiling stress I've been experiencing was not for the week as a whole but only for the night tonight. We the Prinspólians in the band Prinspóló had a general rehearsal tonight. It was the first time we played in front of an audience of more than one person. I swooned slightly over the keyboard before playing.
At first it almost felt like when I was twelve and played the piano at a Christmas show in my music school. My palms were sweatier than my fat cousin at an all-you-can-eat-restaurant. There I was, up on stage in front of all the other kids and all the parents, trying to play some menuet but my mind kept going blank. Not only that but my fingers couldn't stop sliding clumsily in their own juices all over the ivory. The only thing I could think about was "I'm probably the oldest kid in here. The others are all some Suzuki wunderkinder and I'm screwing this up." It was the last time I wanted to play music infront of anyone.
All childhood trauma aside, the night was great and Prinspóló is playing again tomorrow. With less fingersweat. That's a promise...almost.
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