With about three weeks to go it was looking bleak. Mae and I both sounded well below what was going to be acceptable for a recital. So we took to the practice stage (the old 10,000 hours adage) and lo and behold, things started to take shape.
Mae started us off with a bang. And I have to say, "below acceptable" is a compliment to how bad Mae sounded coming out of Thanksgiving. As you'll see, though, she pulled it together nicely and, to be honest, just getting her to take the stage is a victory. Well done, MJ.
Then after Mae's recital was one we got on to the big kids. My performance was highly anticipated. Couple anecdotes include 1) Mr. Bauling entered the building and asked dad if I composed my own Christmas song this year and 2) Some of the dads were putting money in the pot and whoever's kid performed the best, that dad would take home the cash (I know this sounds really weird, Dad's group of dad friends are like bunch of kids, always messing around). Anyway, when Dad walked up to find out what was going on they said he wasn't allowed to participate because he brought a ringer (me). So there was some big pressure. All kidding aside, I love getting up there and performing, so when my number was called we just did our thing.
And with that we bid you farewell from this post, and leave you with a couple Christmas recital smiles.
