The Cazadero Retreat 2010 - Part 2 (The Junior Orchestra Cello Section)

If you have not yet read part 1 of my post on the Caz retreat, read it here. Once you have, come back here. Done? Okay.

While the basses were quite appalling, the junior orchestra, as a whole, was worse. Especially since they only had one cello. Who could hardly play. And you were lucky if he showed up on time. At a concert. Where he had nowhere else to go.

Considering this, it should come as no surprise to you that Mrs. Murray called me up to help the cello section. As soon as I saw the cello section there, I took into consideration the fact that I was sitting in the front, and had nothing else better to do, and I actually had enough brownie point-want that I would do it. Sure enough, she yelled at the rehearsal for the Junior orchestra:
"Ian, get up here!" I just sighed, and walked up there. The other cellist was not there.
"Where is Tristan?"
He was at the far back of the stage, packing his cello.
"Tristan, get down here NOW!"
He paused, look around, and ran over.
"Where is you music, Tristan?"
He paused, looked around, and ran back up, grabbed his music, and ran down.
By this time, it had already been about five minutes. The piece itself was not that hard. But what it was what astonished me.

It was the same exact piece that they had done last year at the retreat. And the membership of the juniors was mostly the same. It was really easy, and I played it without trouble. Then, at the concert, the real one, Mrs. Murray yelled:
"Where is Tristan?"

I've decided that, while that ending is just too perfect, that there is one thing I should add, after talking to one of the members of the senior cellos that was in the junior at the start of last year, I asked him if he was always that bad. The response I got:
"No. Last year he went to bakery right before the concert."
The bakery, I should add, is a five minute walk, one way, from the performance shell.