Such went the invite.
The story: TBF and I were attending his work holiday party. I was meeting a delightful group of international smartheads and chatting about all number of things (motorcycles, travel, kids, dogs, etc) when I made one of those instant “string” connections with one of his coworkers who happens to play the upright bass. Turns out she was in a community orchestra which was totally bereft of cellists. (Srsly. I know, I gasped too. How is such a thing possible?)
Was I interested in coming to play with a bunch of friendly, undemanding community musicians?
I took the invite as one of those casual party conversations – surely she couldn’t mean MOI? – and proceeded to go about the holiday travel and subsequent parental unit caretaking business without a thought to the possibility that I might be bringing my cello to the masses. Then two weeks ago I got an email from said bass player (Thanks, TBF for playing ‘Operator’ on this one) with a reminder that the community orchestra meets on Tuesdays. Would I still be interested in playing with a group of lovely, friendly, not at all intimidating musicians?
How could I say no? What better motivation to regain my lost cello slippage than joining a group of friendly, novice-welcoming musicians in a community orchestra. (Yes, I also passed the invite on to Kaia’s other cello students – some of whom are undoubtedly far better prepared to play in company than lil ole me)
Now here I am: diligently cycling through scales; reacquainting my ear with the concept of tone; and breaking down my last two Suzuki pieces (Rigadoon and Andantino) into tiny, tiny, pieces of note-to-note-connection-creating-melody like my life depends on it.
And maybe, in a small, totally unrealistic way, it does.
On Thursday (bumped from Tuesday) I go meet said community orchestra and see if maybe I’m a decent enough cellist to get a spot in the lineup. Like the overachiever I am, they might as well be the Seattle Symphony inviting me to audition –in Benaroya Hall.
Yes. I am freaking out.
Time to get back to practice.
Repeat: I. Am. Freaking. Out.
That is all.