…I won’t be able to fit through the door. About 3 years ago I started taking piano lessons. About a month ago, I was adjudicated by the National Federation of Music Clubs. I’m not totally sure what the NFMC is all about, but it was yet another opportunity for me to play in public so I jumped at it.
I believe it has something to do with encouraging American composers. I was required to play two pieces; one by an American composer and one by a composer of my choice. I played Get With It by Stanford King and The Spinning Song by Albert Ellmenreich.
The adjudication was at the University of Nebraska at Omaha and I performed my two pieces in front of a judge, an administrator, and my family. Other participants had to perform in large concert halls with, maybe, 50 people there. Mine was in a classroom. I think that was probably a good thing. I was nervous enough as it was.
By the end of the first piece, my hands were shaking so bad that I’m surprised I could hit the proper keys. It must not have been as bad as it seemed, though, because I go the highest grade – Superior.
I can’t figure out why I get nervous in those situations. Nobody is forcing me to play the piano. If I totally blow it, who would care? Not the judge, not the administrator, not my family. I guess I would care and maybe that’s the problem. Last Sunday I played in the annual recital that my instructor holds each year for her students. There were about 150 people there and I was surprisingly calm. My instructor says it’s because this little recital seems insignificant compared to the NFMC, and that I’m just getting more comfortable. A little Tanguray before hand didn’t hurt either.