What you are about to read is true story...as far as I can tell. Last night I had my final (and I mean it, by golly!!!) performance with the bepierced students at the high school I played for last week. They really are nice kids, just really scary looking. One had two piercings on her lower lip to look like fangs, I guess. And "Elvira" black eyeliner. I won't sleep for a week! And the boys with the "surprise" eyebrows! Mercy!
Anyways, the first choir sang their 2 songs and the conductor (my friend) bowed to the audience and had the kids bow. I sat at the piano and tried to look invisible. The next choir (an all female choir) was up next. After the first song (which was really hard, dangit!) she bowed again to the audience. As the audience was giving polite applause she held her hand toward me to acknowledge me. I guess she was really relieved that I made it through the song. I didn't stand up but I smiled and nodded at the audience. As I did so I heard somebody holler out amidst the applause "That's my girlfriend!"
I really thought nothing of it and figured it was some hormone-soaked, pimply youth, yelling for his equally pimply but pierced girlfriend in the choir.
They finished their songs and the next choir came up. At the end of their songs (one of which I never even rehearsed with them and had only played one time the night before) all 3 choirs came on stage and sang a final, beautiful song in Hebrew.
Again polite applause for the conductor. Polite applause for the choir.
Then she motioned to me and as I stood up to bow to the audience, and this is no lie, the applause grew much louder and people started whistling and cat-calling.
No lie.
Say, what?
I don't know who they were really whistling at.
I'm just saying...
3 comments:
How Funny... Take that Curtis! Curtis isn't the only one with admirers...
Oh I am always a fan of mysterious cat calls - what a self esteem builder!
that's funny--I love sandra's comment!
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