Last week at piano, we were informed that Sam is signed up for Junior Festival. Those of you without painful memories of crying in the hallway after playing a wrong note, or learning the 2nd piece--the non-district contest piece-- in two weeks to qualify to Festival, may not realize what this means. Junior Festival is competitive piano. I know, you didn't know it existed, but it does. Kids of all ages gather at some predetermined-for-its-intimidation-factor site and play two pieces by memory for some crazy judge with a pen and paper. Oh, it's good times.
So, Sam's old enough to start, I guess, and he got his pieces last Wednesday. On the one hand, being the competitive person I am, I loved Festival. On the other, I'm terrified for the path down which we prepare to trod. I was told that "he can start earning points towards his first trophy." And that's how they suck you in: the trophy. No one tells these little piano innocents that a piano trophy is not exactly going in the National Football Hall of Fame. Where, you ask, are my large piano trophies? In some trash heap somewhere, thrown out after my parents sold my childhood home (no, it was not turned into a museum of any kind).
The other big improvement to Junior Festival is that you can choose what date you want to participate! Ooh, choices? Of course, the preferred date is the later one, right smack in the middle of spring break. But you can choose. Wow! Power to the people!
So, off we go, down the road of piano festival. Where am I going to put those piano trophies?
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