Back to the orchestra thing. Bryce had his very first concert last week. It was a family affair, meaning Bryce had quite the entourage. Our two cars full did not arrive half an hour early as the majority of the parents did. After all, we were not supplying chauffeur service to a performer. Therefore, we ended up sitting the the balcony - first row, which only proves we weren't the last ones there.
As you can see, it was a stage full of mini-maestros, all with half a dozen months of experience with their wooden musical vessels. I think that translates into maybe three months of group practice. Everything was played in unison, more or less, with the "less" bringing almost more smiles in the audience than the "more." Probably some red faces among the performers, too, but there appeared to be many players practicing un-scored syncopation.
There are a couple of things that made this orchestra concert better than when my son played in a similar group so many years ago. First, I didn't have to listen to the initial six months of practice. All of the songs were recognizable, even without reading the program. And secondly, there is nothing like the smile on that kid's face. He's so proud of himself. We have that in common, Bryce and I.
I love you, Bryce! Keep practicing! And keep smiling! You are music to my heart!