A Time Today something happened out of the ordinary.
I returned to the school's music room - after 10 years without stepping on - I took the dishes and - under the orders of someone who has always been my conductor, Lucho Beteta - grabbed cymbals the National Anthem.
In the three minutes between notes, stands and staves came to my mind the memories and feelings that I experienced in the orchestra of Saint Mary College - where now for one of those peculiar turns of fate, I am a professor -.
the orchestra learned discipline and punctuality. My mind is accustomed to think in a certain structure. I learned to tie my tie for presentations. And I made many friends who contacted me so far.
At the same music room I spent countless hours of frustration if not dominated by a piece of music, and fun when I could. Also boredom when fed through the piece just played the cymbals or a triangle and had to wait 45 bars to give 3 hits. Congratulated me and cried. Counseled, comforted and made her laugh.
With the orchestra also traveled around Lima for concerts. And I loaded those damn cymbals, bass drum, tubular bells, drums, xylophone and timpani (all huge) trucks and buses and then to the place of presentation about 139 times. Return.
But above all, the orchestra was very happy.
This year the school is 70 years old santa maria, and among the many activities to celebrate, they will do a concert on Thursday 10, with all former students who might encounter. And, since I work there, as I found.
Today was my first test. After 10 years. And with that first cymbals to be the boy turned 16, a bit strange, explosive, good-natured even in the background, who dreamed of a lifetime playing percussion.
Let's see what happens on Thursday.
Thanks for reading this far.
