The gala yesterday

At the gala, I was mostly just bored. Really, really bored. Mr. Nelson (who has a bit of authority) told us that until everything was set up, we could not play or do anything besides sit around or help. Mom and Dad got put in charge of taking care of the area where the kids are, so we could not leave until about three hours after I wanted to. In my performance, Mitchell, our first violin (on the odd-numbered pieces, that is), decided, without any prior warning to us to do two more pieces besides North Country Hoedown (which I nailed, even on the icky part in the middle) and Winter (which I did better on than on the last time I performed it) and also did Rococo Overture (a long, grueling piece that gets significantly slower in the middle, matters not helped by Mitchell who decided to take it at about half tempo, and I swear I am not exaggerating this) and March of the Meistersingers, which leads to my main topic of this post: My epic fail on the last piece. And by epic, I mean epic. Ms. Murray is probably going to bring it up on my lesson on Wednesday. I have no idea what I did, but I totally fell off, and Ms. Murray yelling at me where I was prevented me from getting back on, as I knew where we were (measure 36, beat 2, where the mood of the piece changes so suddenly that it is hard not to notice where to come in) and Ms. Murray was yelling that it was measure 40 (a full measure of open G-string sixteenth-note runs). So now I feel bad and am dreading both today, Wednesday, and Saturday.