I MISSED it? Like, I came a few minutes late and I MISSED it? My heart rate went up standing behind a locked door and all kind of thoughts of regret rushed through my head. I could make out soft playing through the crack of the door, but oh how much I wanted to be inside that room at that moment. Not that I haven’t heard her prelude, those chords have been my constant companions before bedtime, but I wanted to be there for her, with her, experiencing that slight pinch of fear right before performing and that great joy of applauding when she’s done. Maybe after all, her teacher shouldn’t have scheduled a recital on Friday the 13th!
Today, my sweet sister, piano player, photographer, artist, sweet friend, and many other awesome things, is having a jury where she has to perform all of her pieces. Even if I tried, no one would allow me in that room, but in my heart, I’m there, second row, cheering her on! Dina, you will do great and once this crazy week for you is over, we’ll paint whatever city you want red! Miss you dear.
