Concert at VCH - "A French Affair"

Sunday evening, I attended a concert at VCH. It was my first band / symphony concert in a very long while. The last time I was at the grand old concert hall (probably a decade ago), I was a performer. But on Sunday, I was simply contented to be a member of the audience.

Just being there was like going back in time. As I climbed the stairs to the hall, it was as if a forgotten chest of memories and emotions was uncovered... and everything came back in a rush: the adrenalin rush of performing live, the love and passion we had for music, the warmth and closeness among us. I could hardly contain myself. Soon I was pointing and saying things like, "that would lead to the backstage", "do you know, I was a solo performer right there!", "we received flowers, lots of them".

The concert was divine. Every player was outstanding but I especially adored the oboeist. His playing was simply, flawless. I remembered Keith, the young handsome oboeist, and how much WH, who just started learning to play the same instrument, admired him. We would even accompany her to sneak into SYO practices just to watch him play from afar. I wondered if he knew…

I truly enjoyed the short Sunday concert, and I would really love to go for more. Who knows, after more than a few, I might even pick up my instrument again.