Last night, I had a very eventful dream, or I should say nightmare. Today, I accompanied the choir in church for the first time and I think my subconscious was trying to deal with how nervous I was to do this!
I dreamed I had missed choir practice so I didn’t know about any of the last-minute changes the choir director decided to make. When I got to church, a couple of things happened all at once. First, I realized my family was there because Aymee and Dave, my niece and her husband, decided to bless Sophie in our ward. Second, the choir director told me he had decided to sing a different song, a much more difficult song.
After the initial shock of realizing I had to play not only in front of my ward, but in front of my family too (especially my brother-in-law who makes his living as a pianist) and the choir director telling me the song had changed, I told him it was impossible for me to play the new song with such short notice. I have to practice and practice before I’m okay playing a song without accompanying let alone with accompanying! Reluctantly, he finally agreed to go back to the original song.
When I sat at the piano and opened the hymnbook, I couldn’t find the hymn I was supposed to play. The hymn number was there, but it wasn’t the right song. I searched page after page for the hymn and couldn’t find it. I started to panic big time, but I had enough presence of mind to ask someone for their hymnbook. The hymn was in the second book, but it wasn’t the right number so I was still a little anxious. Luckily, I started to relax a bit now that I had found the right hymn.
I played the introduction and all went very smoothly. However, the instant the choir started to sing, a big gust of whatever rattled the pages of the hymnbook I was using. I didn’t have the song memorized so I frantically started to search for the hymn. After about a minute, the choir director started to yell at me. I told him I couldn’t find the hymn, but he didn’t care. He only cared that I had ruined the song. At that point, I was so distraught that I ran out of the chapel crying. And, shortly after, I woke up feeling very anxious.
I told Corey about my nightmare. He reassured me the choir wasn’t going to change the song and I would be able to find the hymn in the book I was using. Thankfully, Corey was right. With the help of a lot of prayer and some calming exercises, everything went well and I played as well as I could have. :?