Dec 13, 2003
Evidence of Angels
My father and I exchanged pleasantries on the staircase. I am about to rush out the door in orchestra attire and the hope of disguising a long, tiring night. It shows mostly in my eyes when these things occur. He asked if I had a show to play, and I explained that I was only scheduled to play the evening show, but the first violinist is sick and I have to go in and read her part cold for the matinee, and he said, "You look great." And it was a ray of light to me. I felt ugly as sin, but looking fine in my dad's eyes is compliment enough for me.
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