The air was charged with youthful energy. A young performer cried before the show, two nights in a row. On Sunday a girl sang 99 Red Balloons and I choked back genuine emotion by twiddling the knobs of the mixing board and focusing on deliberate breaths. Yesterday the entire room sang along with the choruses of "Hallelujah" and I held back genuine emotion by singing along. Our students conquered their fears and one played with unexpected grace after dozens of frustrating lessons this past year. I have a great job.
I tried to be slick and jive the parents hard so they come back next year. I went off on a tangent about how Music is a language, obviously, and the kids learn some math by proxy and about rhyme and about history and perseverance and patience and how to read and how to write and how to listen and even all that is just a shell and the real gem on the inside is this deeper Mystery about vibrations in the air affecting our emotions.
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