There are things I let stress me out. I know that’s simply … well … shocking!
Tonight I got to the pit and got set up. It was 65 degrees in there when I sat down. I know that for many of you that is just fine, but I’m a wimpy California girl, so I wasn’t thrilled. Stress #1.
I pulled out my reeds and dipped them in water and let them wake up. Ugh. My reeds were totally different from the last time we performed (Sunday). Since I didn’t play yesterday, and I don’t use my performance reeds with my students, I only found this out when I got into the pit. And yes, that’s not a good idea. But there you go. I knew I could deal. Stress #2.
Shortly after that, two people I know came down to say “hi”. Uh-oh. Stress #3. I know it’s silly, but one of them is a former musician so I knew that would be a stress issue. Add to that the fact that another person had already mentioned that he’d be at the performance as well. Stress #4.
And then, just to make me full stressed, a conductor I work with (and have since 1975) appeared. In the front row. So there’s Stress #5.
Now of course everyone deals with stress. And yes, I am used to it. But I just wasn’t in the mood. And while I made no mistakes I just wasn’t happy with anything I did. I kept thinking, “I wonder what Mr. Conductor is thinking of what I just played. Coulda been better. Rats.”
I’m just that crazy. And I know some of you will kindly write and tell me how to fix myself. But maybe … just maybe … I am embracing my craziness. Maybe I’ll run with it, in fact. Maybe it’ll be what makes me famous.
Or not.
Oh, and the temperature is quite fickle now. It warmed up to 68 when we began the overture. The curtain rose and it dropped two degrees. Then, during the second half, it actually reached 70. Who’da thunk it?
Like I said earlier, layers. I’m gonna bring layers from here on out. 🙂
In other news, I joined the Twitter crowd, even though I can’t for the life of me figure out why it’s any different than the status updates in Facebook. We’ll see what I decide to do there … I might not stick around. For now, though, I’m Pattyoboe.
And now it’s off to bed. With no after opera snack, because I’m finding that if I eat this late I’ll not sleep well at all. (Darn!)