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ricardienneBut first, some notes:
*One music camp down; one to go. The "Harp" Quartet (Op. 74) is amazing, by the way. I got to play it complete! And my quartet was wonderful. Now on to baroque cello and viol.
* Cousin S. and I joined the July 4th parade with an anti-war group. We only got a couple of nasty comments.
*I miss my computer and my regular internet connection.
And now for the wedding story:
One Saturday during music camp, while we were rehearsing, the director (my teacher) called and said she had a last minute gig for us. A friend of a friend of someone she knew was getting married that afternoon and needed a string quartet to play at her reception. They would even pay us. So we agreed. It wasn't hard to find the house, as there was someone on the street directing wedding traffic. Everything was complete chaos because of the rain -- the reception was in a tent on the lawn and was very crowded -- you try manouvering a cello through a bunch of people seated at folding tables. We introduced ourselves to the bride's sister, per our instructions, and she told us where to sit. While we were setting up, the Best Man came over and asked us what we were doing, but then he went and checked and told us we were fine: the band wasn't supposed to start until 6:00 and we were engaged to play until 5:45. So we sight-read early Mozart quartets and played some our Beethoven for an hour and a half.
While P. was getting the car to come around and pick the rest of us up (she had had to park quite far away because of all the cars for the wedding), we turned our phones on and all had two or three messages from the director. T. called her back, and the first thing the director asked was "Where are you!" "We just finished playing the wedding," T. replied, to which the director said, "No you didn't."
As it turns out, there were two weddings at the same time on that street -- we played at the wrong one. It was pretty mortifying for the first few hours, particularly when we found out that M. had been sure we were lying dead in a ditch, and P.'s parents had got the police out looking for us, but, well, it was pretty funny. And now it makes a very good story. Grandpa would have loved to hear it.
*One music camp down; one to go. The "Harp" Quartet (Op. 74) is amazing, by the way. I got to play it complete! And my quartet was wonderful. Now on to baroque cello and viol.
* Cousin S. and I joined the July 4th parade with an anti-war group. We only got a couple of nasty comments.
*I miss my computer and my regular internet connection.
And now for the wedding story:
One Saturday during music camp, while we were rehearsing, the director (my teacher) called and said she had a last minute gig for us. A friend of a friend of someone she knew was getting married that afternoon and needed a string quartet to play at her reception. They would even pay us. So we agreed. It wasn't hard to find the house, as there was someone on the street directing wedding traffic. Everything was complete chaos because of the rain -- the reception was in a tent on the lawn and was very crowded -- you try manouvering a cello through a bunch of people seated at folding tables. We introduced ourselves to the bride's sister, per our instructions, and she told us where to sit. While we were setting up, the Best Man came over and asked us what we were doing, but then he went and checked and told us we were fine: the band wasn't supposed to start until 6:00 and we were engaged to play until 5:45. So we sight-read early Mozart quartets and played some our Beethoven for an hour and a half.
While P. was getting the car to come around and pick the rest of us up (she had had to park quite far away because of all the cars for the wedding), we turned our phones on and all had two or three messages from the director. T. called her back, and the first thing the director asked was "Where are you!" "We just finished playing the wedding," T. replied, to which the director said, "No you didn't."
As it turns out, there were two weddings at the same time on that street -- we played at the wrong one. It was pretty mortifying for the first few hours, particularly when we found out that M. had been sure we were lying dead in a ditch, and P.'s parents had got the police out looking for us, but, well, it was pretty funny. And now it makes a very good story. Grandpa would have loved to hear it.
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Date: 2006-07-05 02:39 am (UTC)That is a fantastic story! Good to hear from you, by the way. I've missed you!
If I were to try to call you tomorrow, what number would I use if I wanted to reach you? Your cellphone?
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Date: 2006-07-05 03:18 am (UTC)