~ oh . . . the pressure!! ~

Tonight I had the honor of filling in for Kristy at choir practice playing the piano. As many of you know, our ward choir is led by Brother Maurice Bowman. A man learned in the arts of music and feared by many (only when it comes to music.) I received the music earlier in the day and sat at my piano trembling at the idea of facing him. But when duty calls . . . . So I arrived at the chapel and sat down on the bench. Bro. Bowman of course was there with other members of the choir still sauntering in. He cues me to begin the intro to the first song and immediatly gives me a look like, " I don't know what you think that was, but it wasn't music." And so goes the remainder of the practice. The best part came afterwards when (and I'm not even exaggerating) every member of the choir stopped me on the way out to tell me not to feel bad, and that even the best piano players in the ward are nervous to play for the infamous Brother Bowman. Thanks guys, thanks for making me feel better! And Kristy, if you ever read this . . . . NEVER LEAVE TOWN AGAIN!!

P.S. Brother Bowman is one of the nicest men I've ever met. This was just a funny experience that made me appreciate those who also love music like I do.