More and more these days, I find myself taking a snapshot of certain moments or experiences. This often happens when I'm getting fatigued in the midst of a long rehearsal, and I catch myself watching the clock. At those moments, I'm increasingly giving myself a metaphorical shoulder-shake and splash of cold water. It's that little voice that whispers "Wake up! Savor this! You'll never have this again."
Yesterday, it happened in the middle of the orchestra rehearsal for the scene from Manon. I play the Maid for this one, so I only have a couple of spoken lines. I sat there through the 40 minute rehearsal, mostly stuck to an orchestra chair. (There are typical orchestra chairs - black with black cushions, meant to look just dressy enough onstage and yet comfortable enough for musicians to sit in for hours at a time.) Anyway, I got up for my few lines and sat down again, watching the conductor and listening to the singers spin out the lines I've heard many times before. But then my gaze drifted over the instrumental musicians, these incredible students who are so skilled at their craft. Many of them will people the top orchestras around the world. Nearly all of them are capable of doing so. And here I was, in the privileged backstage position, watching them rehearse to be our accompanists next week.
This was one of those snapshot moments.
~Hope
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