,,So, I was thinking we could do a performance of this song.”
He texted me as he sent me the link to the song.
My teacher – well actually, the guitar teacher of my brother, offered me to work with him on some music performances and prepare it with him and some of his students.
Of course, I immediately said yes.
I’ve been looking forward to this for so long!!!
I envied all of those violin and flute students that could perform with their quartets and little orchestra groups. It must be so cool and fun to perform with a group ...
I actually asked my piano teacher a few times to ask the orchestra if they would, by any chance need a pianist...
,,That is a very nice idea! We’ll think about it!”
As I expected... they didn’t.
Luckily, a few weeks later after persuading the guitar teacher, he finally promised me to organize something. So, there I was, totally excited to hear the song that he sent me. I clicked on the link so fast and waited for it to open. The link loaded and Youtube opened up the video. I read the title.
Lars Danielsson – Liberetto.
Wait... what? What the heck is that? The song started playing so I quickly turned the sound towards my ear. I listened and tried to be patient with it. I couldn’t get over the fact that he wants me to learn this! I thought it would be something modern, something trendy, something I know and like. But this??? I don’t usually tend to like just any kind of music... and that applied for this song as well. I was very much sceptical and kind of mad and as I was busy sorting out my feelings from this whole group music performance that I suddenly stopped liking the idea of, I turned off the video.
I got back to the chat and listened to the other two links. Well, at least, Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper was there! Something I knew and something the audience will know as well!
I replied to my teacher, texting him something like: “Wow, I really loved the songs, they’re such a good pick! I’ll start working on them!” “Great! Please, start working on the Liberetto first because that’s the first song we’ll start practicing. The other two are really easy, okay? ”, he replied.
I sat there so upset. That’s just AWESOME. I pushed all my frustration about the song out of my head and let it go. I have a lot of time, right? It’s gonna be fine.
After a few weeks...
My piano teacher went to the bathroom and told me to wait for her till she get’s back. I sat there behind the piano, a little bit nervous. It was my first group practice after all... She came back and asked me to not forget to learn the first few pages from my new music sheets.
“And now... you still have 5 minutes, so please, play me the song... what’s it called?”
“Liberetto”, I said.
“Ah, yes! Well! I’m listening!”
Dang! I thought to myself. I don’t know it that perfectly for her to hear it... but I started playing. After a few chords, I stopped.
“Well, it’s basically the same on and on.” and I stood up.
“Well, I’m sure it’s going to sound a lot better with your group! Because the song is really beautiful!”, she said admirably.
I nodded and took it not much seriously. I’m sure she says this about every song...
We said goodbye and I ran downstairs to the concert hall.
I paused shortly before the door. I could already hear the guitars playing, looks like all of them were already there. I took a quick deep breath and as I opened the door, I tried so hard to look casual, not overly excited or nervous. I barely looked at them as I greeted them and jumped up to the piano.
“We’re glad you’re here! I hope you’re excited as we are, and prepared!”, the guitar teacher said.
“Sure...”, I chuckled nervously and went through the chords with them.
