I was woken up with the worst words one can be woken up with today.
Okay, well maybe not the worst words. I imagine the worst words would be something like, "Stephanie, why isn't your car out front?" or, "I'm sorry, Steph, but mom/dad/Porthos died during the night," or, "FIRE!!!!" However, I think these words definitely rank in my top ten:
"Stephanie, the ward choir is singing today and the pianist is sick. How would you feel about playing in Sacrament meeting today?"
'Nuff said.
(Okay, so it wasn't that bad. Still, sight reading piano music for a performance? Not my favorite thing to do. My dad owes me a huge back rub now.)
home SWEEEEEEET home
17 years ago
2 comments:
Porthos ranks up there above your brother or sisters:)... I'm sure you did a great job with the ward choir, but this probably won't be the last time this happens - the curse of being a pianist.
You did do a lovely job . . . and I was very grateful you said, "Yes!"
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