So my band teacher told me he wants me to play this piece at tomorrow’s orchestra concert. As in “in the ensuing 24 hours”. I have to learn this. And play it. At full tempo. In front of well...a good chunk of the school. Fuck. Me. Sideways.
FWIW, I’ve got the prelude down solid enough by now, but that fugue can go take a long walk off a short pier. Also, everyone in my family wants to kill me because I’ve been practicing it nonstop since I got home. And of course we have the absolute loudest piano money can buy, so yeah.
Also, since everything must be car-related, on the way home, I saw a murdered-out Bentley with black paint over the headlights. It was cringeworthy.