I have an apology to make- throughout November, The Wrong Notes has been extraordinarily rubbish, and that is entirely my fault. My first excuse concerns NaNoWriMo, which I will discuss in tomorrow's post. My second excuse is for today:
This last week was my college's production of Annie. The Orchestra began rehearsals just before we broke up for summer and the cast began on the first day back in September. Every single member of the company has spent the past three months living and breathing the show. Weekends and half-term were spent in school. Home time was spent practicing. Everyone worked their backsides off.
And now, it is over...
So many people were involved in this production. Actors, musicians, dancers, artists, techno-folk and so many more all came together for one thing. Every single one of us watched each other improve, and helped to facilitate that improvement. The drummer had never read music before; one of the lead roles had never tried acting or singing before; I, the rhythm guitarist, have no rhythm- we were all challenged. When things went well (and in our production, they went amazingly well!), we got to feel proud of each other, not just ourselves. And when silly mistakes happened, we all cared enough for each other enough to make make light of what we could, and make what we could not make light of a little less painful.
I will never underestimate the ability of people to get things right: in our final dress rehearsals, everything was messy. It was terrifying to think that the next time that we performed we would have an audience with expectations and boredom to curb. But the audience were amazed, and not half as much as the company was.
Image sourced from here.
Schools are encouraged to dismiss the arts. League tables and exam results are their main priority, such that many schools do not invest the time and effort in doing to things such as this. But I am phenomenally proud to go to a school that does value these things, because the experience that possibly over a hundred people got to share was one that we will all value and remember far more than any maths or French lesson.
The difference of, in some cases, six years in age didn't matter, nor did the massive differences in ability. Every one of us has made friends who we have been able to share something amazing with.
Regardless of whether I have performed it or not, this is by far my favorite overture of all time.
I sincerely hope that schools and colleges continue to invest the time, money and effort into holding productions, regardless of what the curriculum requires of them. Because judging by the smiles, and the tears, that were shared on Saturday night when we realised that it was all over, every single penny and every single second was immeasurably worth it.
The show ended in a Christmas setting, which is rather apt for this time of year. People say that it is wrong to be sad that something is over, when you could be glad that it happened at all. For me, I am both- I would love nothing more than to do it all over again.