Last night we met at a dance studio. What was I thinking? I envisioned dark lights, costumes, romance. Nope!
We met outside the dance space in a Nyack building on a deserted Main Street, that was totally new to me. In through a back door, down a set of gray concrete stairs, waiting outside a long narrow practice room lit brightly with florescents we waited for Jonathan to arrive. Hedy and Josh were already there with guitars out and ready.
Inside we could watch a line of women of all ages and sizes rehearsing with a tall, lovely, professional Flamenco dance teacher. I was suspended in the moment.
I took out my guitar and foot stand out as we were welcomed inside to watch until Jon arrived. The bright lights were blinding and I spent my time adjusting my foot stand so that I could see my guitar frets comfortably. I suspended my fears for now. I was not a solo act. I was NOT A SOLO ACT!
Jon arrived, Shevan a bit later, and we immediately began to play through our 3 Sevillanas pieces. One at a time we played, adjusting to the group. The dancers were thrilled to have us and a member of 6 players I was not the focus. I got comfortable with my guitar in this new environment.
My hands didn’t shake. I didn’t freak and I always ended with the group. The middle sections could have been a bit muddy at times and as we headed to the end of the hour I was ready to stop but I stayed in it, always ending with the group.
Performance: Saturday, March 20. Yikes!