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Wednesday, 17. June 2015
Promises to keep
ell, 00:02h
Today I had the first choir practice in over a month, and to say it with one word, it was absolutely wonderful. It is something that keeps me going, something I can look forward to. And yet...
Next weekend we are going to sing in church. That means that today was the second last practice before that, and the talk started what is to come when, as well as rehearsing some shorter pieces, like the kyrie-calls which made me think of my old church-choir. And how I miss it. It's really true that you only miss something when it's gone, but the worst of it, when I had to leave, due to school getting harder, I was just starting to really get into it, and practically it's only a hop away.
Plus, there's that promise that's still hanging in the air. A promise I made to our guitarist / technician there, without whom I'd basically not be where I am today, guitar- and bass-guitar-playing-wise. Funny, because although he had always been much better than I am, he always said that he couldn't play, but I could.
After I had gone, I had been on the next concerts, their concerts are once a year around Christmas, and he had said it was sad we'd never play a duet. And somehow I promised him that we would. Back then I also thought that we would. Now that doesn't seem so likely anymore.
To the last concert I didn't even come. I had to work. And then, in January, I found my new choir. Somehow ironic that they also have practice on Tuesday evening, just like my old choir. But that kind of settled it, I wouldn't go back. I wouldn't make it, simply didn't have the time. Or the money for the train-ride each week.
And yet, I hope that I find some way to keep this promise, and, off course, I have a plan. In a little more than two years, I'll have my finals. Then, if all goes as planned, I'll have half a year until I'll start studying. In that half a year, I can go back. And then play one more concert, and play a duet...
... That is, if they'll take me on. And if he'll still be there. And if he'll still want to play that duet. And if I haven't gotten to attached to my new choir by then...
Next weekend we are going to sing in church. That means that today was the second last practice before that, and the talk started what is to come when, as well as rehearsing some shorter pieces, like the kyrie-calls which made me think of my old church-choir. And how I miss it. It's really true that you only miss something when it's gone, but the worst of it, when I had to leave, due to school getting harder, I was just starting to really get into it, and practically it's only a hop away.
Plus, there's that promise that's still hanging in the air. A promise I made to our guitarist / technician there, without whom I'd basically not be where I am today, guitar- and bass-guitar-playing-wise. Funny, because although he had always been much better than I am, he always said that he couldn't play, but I could.
After I had gone, I had been on the next concerts, their concerts are once a year around Christmas, and he had said it was sad we'd never play a duet. And somehow I promised him that we would. Back then I also thought that we would. Now that doesn't seem so likely anymore.
To the last concert I didn't even come. I had to work. And then, in January, I found my new choir. Somehow ironic that they also have practice on Tuesday evening, just like my old choir. But that kind of settled it, I wouldn't go back. I wouldn't make it, simply didn't have the time. Or the money for the train-ride each week.
And yet, I hope that I find some way to keep this promise, and, off course, I have a plan. In a little more than two years, I'll have my finals. Then, if all goes as planned, I'll have half a year until I'll start studying. In that half a year, I can go back. And then play one more concert, and play a duet...
... That is, if they'll take me on. And if he'll still be there. And if he'll still want to play that duet. And if I haven't gotten to attached to my new choir by then...
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