To say the least, my jury did not go well.
I made it well on time, and was prepared. I knew how to do all my hard parts, and had been practicing the fingering silently for the past week. I did a 5 minute warm up, breezed through the hard parts, and sat waiting. I was pretty sure this would go really well.
When it was time for me to go, the juror who let me in had the same excitement level of a slug, which is to say, none at all. Annoying, disconcerting, and maybe a little demoralizing but whatever; I had this in the bag. This was going to be a no problem jury, the way I practiced it.
If there’s something to learn from all this, it’s coming up.
So I stand facing the piano and the panel of 4 jurors, and it’s time for me to face the music.
Without wanting to go into to much detail, this is what was going through my head.
“What the <Censored> did you do that for? What the hell! Okay, it’s only the beginning, we can try to…. WHAT THE <censored> WAS THAT?! Oh god, now the one is falling asleep, this isn’t good aaaand… yup, missed my A again. Okay, here’s another chance to… CRAP. Screw it, this next bit is easy, we can hop back on he- OH COME ON! SERIOUSLY?! COME ON! CO- OH GREAT. Now I missed the next bunch. Hopefully this is going to turn around…”
When I finished, the jurors, to their everlasting credit, were kind and gave me a smile. But I’ll be damned if they actually thought that was a good performance, and I’ll be double damned if I don’t get a C in that class from that shoddy piece of crap I tried to call playing music.
At least I get to go home.