Do me a favor. Scroll down to the bottom and turn off the music. Then click play on the following player, and listen while you read the rest of this article.
(BTW, the player above is a hacked version of the Google player... ^__^)
Remember how Sunday I was really irked at life. Someone didn't make it to my musical number, and I was ticked. The decision I had made Sunday was me choosing not to be mad, because I would lose memories with him. If I was mad at him, we would fight, which would end up with us not talking to each other for a couple days, that that would be a couple days of sadness, rather than happiness.
Tuesday night, Chris had a concert. A band concert. I found out about it THAT night. Half an hour before it started, while I was in Orem. I could have decided not to go. My ultimate revenge plan would be to ignore the text, pretend like I wasn't near my phone, or something like that. I remember getting Danny's texts that were just filled with disappointment as I discussed my feelings and how I felt about this. I ended up going.
I showed up at Danny's place, did a car switch, and we picked up Sadie, and made a run for BYU. We made it there just as they were coming out on stage. This band that he was in was a bunch of music ed students learning how to play instruments. They sounded pretty good for people who just started playing at the beginning of the semester. Near the end of the concert, Danny leaned over and said, "Pray for Chris" And I went "WHAT? why?" To which Danny had replied that Chris was singing. Singing.. at a band concert. Paha. Wait. I remembered something vague about this. Chris mentioning that he was singing for something.
The Concert ended. The conductor bowed. He walked off stage. I looked for Chris, confused. Chris wasn't in his chair. The conductor came back out, bowed again, flipped around and started the music... Chris came out. I waited anxiously.
He started singing.
And I said out loud: "What the heck?"
Chris is a classical tenor. Yes, I would know. I accompanied him for a month for his voice lessons. He is a high tenor who sings classical music. (Definition of Classical Music for those who don't know: Music written by old fogies, for other old fogies, who are already dead) And here he had ventured into the world of pop. It.WAS. INCREDIBLE. If you read the one liners for last week, this statement was in there several times.
I can't begin to explain just how big the grin on my face was. It was there from start to finish.
And the entire time I saw people smiling at him, and the people who clapped for him.. I wanted to yell at them and say "That's my friend! My best friend! I'm at his house everyday! He's my friend!" I wanted to shout out my connection to this person. I couldn't believe I almost missed this. I realized how ridiculous it was that I let myself be angry for longer than a couple seconds.
Chris hit his last note. He had people clapping before the song was over. There was a standing ovation that he didn't even see, he was so nervous.
Lesson learned: Its not worth it to sacrifice your friendship, or even a couple hours of potential laughter, because you're mad at someone. The energy could be applied somewhere else. Like planting a tree :)
Here's the video for your entertainment.
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