Well, for someone who was being anal-retentive tonight, I might have heard his frustration at our (mostly alto’s, huh) inability to COME into tempo measure 67 properly.
“Well that says a lot [for] 500 years”. He said as he brought/looked at the page close/r. I scribbled those words next to measure 67.
After he said that, I let something weird escape my lips: “Is that how old you are?” Nothing but silence. He he!
I swear! I really should behave among these brutal toids. But I’m having too much fun messing around with them to stop now. Bad, Evil Kitty!
I can tell he can get into the mode of conducting well as he steps back/away from the “organ” and uses his arms fluidly, if only we do our parts well.
I also didn’t hear what he said about the word “practicing” that made his Mom/others smile/turn to me and pat my back.
That’s why I really missed out on many things in life and have all but shun socializing because I can’t hear well.
Over the years, my brain is hard-wired differently to guess what others are saying in images and not in sound/context.
Has sadness again 🙁
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