Lessons Learned…
About Being Prepared
We
were fifteen minutes from show time. The cast of youngsters was well prepared
and perfectly ready to shine. The adoring audience of family members and
friends had trickled in and, with fresh bouquets on their laps for their
after-the-show stars, these enthusiastically supportive folks were a-buzz with
gleeful anticipation to finally see in context the lines they had been hearing
in isolation for months. Costumes, check. Props, check. All cast present,
check. We convened the full cast
backstage for our final detail check and for the “fire-up, yes-you-can, you are
awesome” talk. They were set, and, now, on their own, as I left them to go to
the piano to accompany their show. Just prior to the curtain opening, the mood
for the performance would be established with a quick five minute overture of
music from the show, while the youngsters waited excitedly in the wings with their
happy toes on the starting line ready to dash into the opening scene. As I sat
upon the piano bench, our light technician took the lights to black; time for
the overture. In the blackness which was fully charged with expectancy, I
realized there was no light on the piano. Each second of blackness weighed as
an eternity on this accompanist who could not see her fingers to play the
overture. Everyone waited, but only one waited in sheer panic. Overture. Now.
Before anyone noticed the problem. Reaching for the keys, those familiar
friends I can see in my sleep, I set my hands in relation to middle C, closed
my eyes and began to play the overture. It wasn’t perfect. But it was okay. It
fit the bill. It provided the adequate
and expected mood-setting opening crescendo that ushered in scene one and then
the rest of the youngsters’ brilliant performance. In the flurry of accolades, applause, photos
and flowers that followed the show, no one noticed the deep sigh of relief
exhaled by the accompanist who would never forget a light again.
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