The Boy had his first recital today. He’s been fretting about it on and off since he decided he wanted to participate in his music school’s annual recital, and he was particularly worried about it once we arrived at the venue — it was all too real then. But once he got in the warm-up room, he seemed fine.
“Do you want me to stay here with you?” I asked. He glanced up at his teacher.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
I went into the auditorium and found the girls. It wasn’t hard: there weren’t more than fifteen to twenty people in the audience.
Once he and his teacher worked out a little cord issue, he began, and though he later said his hands were shaking, you can’t really hear it in his playing.
Afterward, of course, it was time for some family pictures.
And then the Girl drove us home — on the highway.
