I didn’t want to write about my recital. It was so perfect in my memory I didn’t want to touch it for fear my words might rewrite the experience. But there was this one moment, this one beautiful moment…
When I made it to the last movement, almost everyone in tears (including myself), I was waiting for my friends to join me on stage. I had asked some of them ahead of time if they could come up, but in the moment only two of them did. I looked up at the audience and felt this fear. What if no one else comes? We can’t end this piece with only three people!
So I took matters into my own hands…literally. I just went up to people with my hands outstretched, eyes pleading, please, please come with me, help me. And every single person did. Till I finally turned around and watched all of The Wild Beast occupants standing together, supporting each other, singing with me.
We heard my mom’s voice and I wished them “Be well.” And that moment…that moment is one of the single most powerful moments of human connection I have ever experienced.
My words can’t do it justice. Here is the link if you’re curious (this moment comes at the end): 7 Stages/Coping
(If you do want to watch and want the program I think it’s helpful to following what’s going on so let me know!)
And the link to my dad’s reaction which was far more eloquently written than my own: May the Circle be Unbroken
I meant to publish this post four days ago, the day before I left for California. As I was going through all my family and friends and visiting one last time the title for this post popped in my head. Instead of beginnings from ends I first though of “nights we don’t want to end” because indeed, each of my goodbyes I drew out for hours. Awkwardly standing around saying “alright” about 50 times before finally heading out the door. There were tears, there were embraces that shook from the power of our sobs, but there was always laughter and the reassurance, “See you later.”
Though this isn’t a place many people can visit, I struggled with Z places I’ve been to so this will have to do!
There used to be a pizza place in my town called Mizza’s Pizza and it was run by Mizza’s brother, Nuhi. His pizza cook was Zehro. Nuhi is Albanian and Zehro is Bosnian and they are two of the kindest most generous people I have ever met. My sister and I both worked there as waitresses and they not only fed us, but they helped us with our lives outside of the restaurant.
When my parents were hiking The American Discovery Trail and gone for a year my sister was left to take care of the house. Zehro would come over and take care of our gardens and help us grow fresh produce. In the winter he would come and snow-blow our driveway. They checked up on us to see how we were doing, always willing to lend a helping hand. One of my favorite examples of Zehro’s kindness and generosity is when I went to visit him at his house.
My high school band got to take a big field trip every other year and Florida happens every 4 years while the other trip changes location. The trip my class went on was to Nashville, Tennessee. We got to visit and see a show at the Grand Ole Opry, listen to an Elvis impersonator, and visit many more historical and musically relevant places. Unfortunately, I was in high school so most of my pictures are me being silly with my friends…. oh well, I will share some anyway! 🙂