well, okay, it was a masterclass. not like i was one of those playing. and, well, i didn't even manage to get his attention till the second try prior to which i stuck my hand up so high everyone was practically gaping with their mouths wide open at me. GOSH it was scary. he'd already said his 'final words' for the day and politely thanked everyone. and gotten his rightfully deserved applause too. so you'd imagine how weird it was for me to stand up and wave my right arm around like a deranged soul. he still didn't see. well, nothing for it, all i could do left was to use my voice. 'EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME!' eewwww it's crazy now that i think about it. 'Could you play something?' Tactless. I know. Should've been less indecent, absolutely, but i wasn't thinking any longer. good god. so, oh well, he played (not too happily, i think, or was that my imagination?) shameless, yes. cheapskate? perhaps. but the adrenaline was WORTH IT. I've finally found a moment i can remember for the rest of my existence. live, laugh, love - so people say. well, first two down! :)
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on second thoughts, there were so many more things i could've braved this evening. Talking to him, for one (i did think of that, only i'd never know what to say :p), taking a picture with him, UH HUH, and of course, asking for his autograph! DANG. oh well. at least i can say it was a good first experience. not the last, I HOPE!
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... and i'm not even gonna delve into what people must've thought about me. I mean, there were at LEAST three people i recognised from SYO who'd almost certainly remember me as the girl from NJC who's always LATE for rehearsals. So... gargh. I'm just waiting for the comments to filter to me. bah! :S
















haha. oh and more thing. DAD just came home from New York this morning. and at 5am too. *faints* that was how i discovered starbucks and their potent but overly sweet frappuccino. Is that how it's spelt? no idea. anyway. his first trip. and sweet enough to go all the way out just to get me my kreutzer book, I LOVE YOU DAD! that's prob gonna be my bible all the way through uni. and beyond, no doubt ;p hope i'll join egg there sooon :D ANYWAY the point is, he also came back with magazine copies of the Strad and Strings - one old and one new - from wich i learnt that ROSTROPOVICH (cellist) recently passed away!!! and only this year too! April 27, if i'm not wrong. :'((( i'd completely NO IDEA that he was still alive until only recently! my bad. my VERY BIG bad. he retired from the stage only in 2005, apparently. BLEAGH. that's what happens when you're stuck on a particularly unartistic island. Sorry Jo, but it does seem the case - for music, at least :) Anyway. For the less initiated (i wouldn't even call myself one of the initiated yet) Slava (nickname? First name that's pronounced differently from the conventional spelling???) Rostropovich was one thump of a figure. Human, warm, and darn gutsy. Had himself involved in Cold War politics too, as did some others. But it seems among all of them, he's probably the most loved and revered. Like a father. Don't even know much about him but looking at how much i already respect him, it's rather telling.
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that's life. we can't do much about what we can't change. so... i guess.. we're supposed to change as much as we possibly can that's within our reach? for the better at least? seems like it. i'm not even sure how it happens. i'll need to figure that someway. somehow. haha *shrugs* beats me. been wondering for a while but exactly how we should be doing that's just so elusive. i supposed we'll just have to make life make sense. sometimes you look at all these great historical figures (and no, i don't mean hitler and/or gang) and wonder, how did they do it? No one told them what was right or wrong. No one taught them how to live. Yet, they achieved so much not only to their own benefit but also inspiring thousands of others along the way. And without meaning it. Amazing. Is this why life's worth living?
I guess...
We'll just have to find out ourselves, eh.
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