I’m making lists again. This time it’s one of memories of the Atlantic Music Festival, my first music festival ever, and one of the best things that ever happened to me. It was hectic at times, practicing and getting ready for lessons and concerts (I actually only had one of the latter), but I think I want to go back next year if I can rob enough banks and mooch enough money off my parents and grandparents.
And of course, if I can improve my musicianship.
But the best things that strike me about this music festival is the memories. The little things that happened. The funny things people said that became inside jokes.
In the end, it was a truly inspiring experience.
So here are some of those little memories, in no particular order.
1. Going to McDonalds and waiting at least a half hour for a taxi.
3. Stealing cookies from the dining hall for said midnight games.
4. Playing (or in my case listening to) string quartets played just because. And then getting four emails afterwards from administration because of complaints about the noise.
5. Waiting until 10 PM for the practice room sign-up sheets.
6. Amazing concerts.
7. Running around campus taking pictures with a borrowed camera, set to macro lens.
8. Fighting the field hockey camp for food and ice cream every meal.
9. The ice cream party after the last student piano recital. Blueberry ice cream with gummy bears, and taking goofy pictures of each other.
11. Solomon dude.
12. Sheridan Seyfried’s Sextet. No. Words.
13. Church bells suddenly echoing while a piece dies away. Quite magical.
15. The opera people singing a rendition of the Magic Flute to thank the cafeteria people on my very last night…