Monday night I attended my friend's (my older sister's godmother's daughter...what a mouthful) senior recital where she and five other graduating seniors of the music department put together a seamless performance of solos, duets and other collabs, and in the end, even parodied a Taiwanese talk show.
My high school didn't have the tradition of holding senior recitals. There were end of the year performances where a few groups recognized the seniors in front of the audience and others that rewarded plastic plaques during the class period, but seniors didn't get the spotlight chance to perform as my friend did that Monday night. It made me a bit nostalgic. The only solos I've performed since beginning high school were for auditions or CM exams. My private teacher didn't gather all her students for a recital of any sort either.
I'm not an avid violinist anymore. Though I do pick up the wooden instrument and run through my twelve major scales from time to time, I always set it back down after about fifteen minutes or so with no willpower to even finger through an etude. But as I watched my friend perform her solo that night, watched her bow articulating vigorously into the strings, her fingers quivering amidst a vibrato, chords reverberating in the auditorium...my hands itched to play.
