My Primary Piano Calling

A couple years ago when Meg moved, the family piano came to live at my place. I think I even blogged about it somewhere, but since I'm not Meg or Emi, I'm not gonna link it for you. :)Anyway, I had a feeling at that point that music was going to come back into my life, whether I practiced or not. I had taken piano lessons from the time I was 5 until I was around 12 or 13. Classical music was mostly all I played. When the piano got to my place, I sat down to play my last recital piece by Kabalevsky... what's the big deal right? LOL It looked simple enough but when I tried to play it up to tempo, I just laughed and cried at myself. Allegretto marcato? Ya right! My fingering was off, my wrists were limp and my fingers were FLAT! Sister Johanssen and Delsi would have slapped me! I tried another piece by the same composer that I had mastered and moved on from... allegro vivace? Never. So I didn't play very much. I tinkered a bit to play Winter Wonderland for Christmas and The Holy City- which is really Meg's deal. I threw in some Barry Manilow for fun. Then I got my calling in my family ward... Relief Society chorister. Ugh. Leading music. Then I had to sub on the piano a few times because we didn't have a piano player and my secret was out! I can play the piano!
I am now serving as the primary pianist. :D Its my new favorite calling in church, right after teaching Relief Society. I'm no where near my classical music playing days, but I am practicing more. There's something wrong when I look at Tchaikovsky and think "This is do-able." but then see my primary songs for Sunday and think "Crap, 3 flats? Seriously?" I love playing prelude music and hear little voices trying to sing "I know that my Savior loves me..." in a whisper. I love playing "Hello, (hello) Hello, (hello)" and "Happy happy birthday children dear..." almost weekly. So yes, someone knew exactly what He was doing when He brought the piano to my house and gave me the chance to play again.