Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Tomorrow is the big day.

Don't worry about your recital. Mom and I are just totally dazzled that you can even hold the thing right, much less play it so well. You've been given a lot of talent, so just hang in there, your recital is going to be great and Mom and I will be too proud for words. I just hope I don't embarrass you by blubbering like some wacko Dad out of 'The Music Man.'

Love you lots and lots,

I had a lesson tonight, and my teacher sat with his eyes shut and beamed from ear to ear while I played the Scottish Fantasy pretty much straight through. I feel somewhat unprepared, and there are parts that are still rough, but he said he's proud and it's the best work I've ever done so far, and he thinks I'm very well prepared to do a good job tomorrow. I sure hope he's right.

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