Phoebe’s violin teacher encouraged her to participate in a music competition. I signed her up because I try to do whatever her teacher tells me to do (clears throat), within reason of course.
I personally think maybe it was a conspiracy because 4 out of 12 of the competitors came from his studio, his friend accompanied all of them for a total of 3 minutes and charged each of us $65- for that 3 minutes (and some more for a rehearsal that week), and one of the competitors sang “Put on a Happy Face.” No lie.
The woman running the competition was high strung. Her energy remained positive, but had a slight discomfort to it. Each child played in a room with a piano and two judges, with french doors. We all huddled in the hallway to see our little person perform. It was so bizarre. We were stationed near a gift shop, where Lolly kept walking in, taking something, and walking out, and around a corner to show us and beg us to buy it for her. She basically stole 4 items, and then we returned them.
She had time to steal 4 items because Phoebe played first and we hung around until the end to receive her judges comments and get a certificate. Along with the certificate came a speech from the woman-in-charge. She told the children in her heavy Russian accent: “I like you all, I love you all.” Her speech was uncomfortable, a little too familial after only an hour spent exchanging high-strung energy.
After it was over Phoebe and I went into the bathroom to change clothes. While we were in the stall I heard someone come in, so I told Phoebe to “hurry up!” She then said: “That Victoria (lady in charge) is crazy.” My first thought to respond was: “You shouldn’t say that, she could be standing right out there…”instead I said “let’s go.” We opened the door and guess who was standing there, and she asked: “Why do you think I’m crazy?”
Thankfully Phoebe’s Mom doesn’t mind covering for her….so I went on and on about how we use the term crazy very loosely in our house (totally true) and it’s a compliment. I then told her I thought her speech was crazy–the part about “loving everyone”…she then went on to explain that we have to be crazy if we are to be great musicians. She seemed to take it very well. She then went in the stall, did apparently nothing, because she was in there so briefly (with no flush or other bathroom-type noises), and then left.
I told Phoebz that if she thought she had a chance at being invited to the final round, that her chances probably just got flushed down the toilet. It was awesome. We laughed about it the whole way home.