“Did you practice yet today?” Martha’s mother inquired. “Remember, you need to practice every day so that you become the best violinist you can be. Then one day you can join Daddy and me on stage in the orchestra. Wouldn’t that be grand?” she said. It wasn’t that Martha hated to practice. It was just that the scales and etudes, even the concertos she was assigned to learn were boring. While the sounds moved up and down in a rhythmic dance, there was a limit to what the violin could produce. Martha longed to hear the bass notes of the cello and the high-pitched bird songs of the flute complement the music she could make. Sometimes she would sing those parts in her head.
I don’t know if I will ever complete the whole thing, but it’s fun to revisit every now and then. For those of you who might be wondering, Martha does eventually join her parents on the stage in the concert hall...but not as a violinist.