Sierra marched past the lockers, dreading today’s lesson in class. She never practiced her music over the weekend.
She can do math and reading all day...figure out the toughest equations for a first grader, understand the major historical events of the world and put them in a timeline...but...put a sheet of music in front of her, and the notes jump off the page and fly away. She just can’t get it.
And, today is music appreciation day at school..all the students will be tested on a solo they were given to learn by reading the sheet music.
Sierra just hopes she isn’t the first one called.
As soon as that thought clears her head, Mr. Acharaya calls her to the front.
Sierra whispers to the student sitting next to her: Did he just say my name?
She screeches out the first bar, and then remembers how to turn the bow and relax her thumb and keep her elbow up...the rest of it sounded okay, a few missed notes, but it’s totally based on memory and how the music sounded in her ear when Mr. Acharaya played it again before they started. She didn’t play the entire solo, only half of it....she put the violin down and takes a dramatic curtsy as if she just played one of the greatest symphonies.
She waited for the kids to laugh, but they didn’t...each one of them was as petrified to go next, as she was.
Mr. Acharaya asked her to continue her practicing at home. He says she did a good job, and she’s on the right track. She made a B today. Sierra can’t believe it.