I am usually the first person to arrive for the orchestra rehearsal each week. I like to tune up before the others arrive so I can tune easier. Before us, there is a dance class. I had begun to talk with the teacher and some of the girls. It could be awkward if I just stumbled into their space before they were ready to quit. I wait. Smile. It just makes the transition easier.
Last Wednesday night, one of the young girls didn’t leave as quickly as all the others. Her teacher and I were talking when she asked about my bass. I told her that I was probably the only girl she would ever see playing one. It is mostly played by boys and that is one reason why I LOVE playing it.
I asked if she wanted to try to play it.
She replied that she was afraid of breaking it and I told her that was impossible. I quickly unpacked it and had her hold it properly by laying the edge against her belly. I remember the first time I felt the vibration of the strings with my body. It felt alive. It is a powerful instrument.
She brightened. I gave her the bow. She played it on the strings.
She thanked me and took off. Her teacher told me that she takes dance lessons five days a week. I know kids. I know that this kid would fit well into the bass reputation. I mentioned to the teacher that basses are the naughty ones in the orchestra. She laughed and said this girl would fit right in! I sure can spot them!
Maybe this was a beginning of a future female bassist?
Gawd, I miss kids.
Gawd, I miss kids.
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