Younger Daughter was informed by her music teacher, Mr. B, that she would be participating in a Palm Sunday cantanta as part of a small orchestra accompanying a choral group. (Ahem. Her participation was not voluntary.)
This was a contemporary classical piece by a composer named Pepper Choplin. The students only had two weeks and three rehearsals to get the music down, so Mr. B requested that everyone practice for at least one hour each day. Younger Daughter found the cantana on YouTube and practiced and practiced and practiced.
Apparently so did everyone else. From the first very rough sight-reading rehearsal to the second and then third rehearsals, Mr. B was extremely pleased with everyone's progress. Yesterday was the performance.
Here's the dress rehearsal. The performance took place in a church in a nearby town.
Mr. B was conducting so fast his arm was blurry.
This was Younger Daughter's first time playing with a group of more than one or two, and she carried herself splendidly.
Mr. B is one of the most beloved music teachers in the area, the kind of person who can pull together fifty or more people of different ages and skill levels and do a lovely performance at almost the last minute.
The cantata played to a packed house. Every pew was full and some people were lined up against the back walls.
Younger Daughter did wonderfully.
Everyone did wonderfully.
Thank you Mr. B!