That feeling is comforting yet annoying. Oxymoron?
When you awake in bed, still lying on your side/back, hugging your bolster, then
a fleeting tune permeates your consciousness… dumdumdumdumdumdum,
dumdumdumdumdum… now, where did that come from? It’s so familiar, but is it a
song I know? Or where did I hear it? dumdumdumdumdumdum, dumdumdumdumdum… oh
man. It’s
getting into me.
Why was I so nervous? It’s not like my
first time performing for people. In recent times, I’ve even come to relish
every performance. But today, I realized, was my first time in 4, 5 years
playing on the stage, on that grand piano in church. It was my ever time
playing the accompaniment for any choir in a performance context. And to top it off, I wasn’t yet very sure of
my playing, to be honest. So that’s why
I was so nervous. All these factors are usually not any hindrances during HMP
performances. Am I making too many comparisons? Every performance setting and circumstances
are different. Maybe I should stop comparing them and taking them as they are,
and soak myself in every playing with all I’ve got.
I shall learn to put away my expectations, so I won’t be caught off guard that
much.
The upcoming week looks exciting enough for
me. Meanwhile I should be getting as much work as I can do done. The key word
is ‘should’.
‘Do not book a judge by its cover.’