I should have known better.
They stared at me with their mouths wide open. The harmony was shattered. The lyrics faltered on their lips. Their instruments were forgotten.
But I continued nevertheless. With or without them, I knew I must finish what I’d started. There would be no quailing, no turning back, though my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode.
I did it… I finished the song with a crescendo.
There was no applause, no sign of acknowledgement of the feat they had just witnessed. They merely looked at each other in a sort of embarrassed manner and then quietly said in my general direction with nervous laughter in their voices:
“Uh, yes — well — that wasn’t quite the right key. We’re all playing in C Major; you used C Harmonic Minor. Maybe we all should start again from the beginning? Or perhaps you might like to take a break and listen to the way we play it?”
Before I could reply, they proceeded without me.
I should have known better – better than to think they would understand…
That in music and in Christian life, sometimes the only way to advance the Composer’s true purpose is to go against the crowd – to be discordant.
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The way you ended the write-up. 🙂
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