My phone almost never rings during the evenings, but tonight it seemed like every time I raised my violin to start a section of The Bach Fugue that is Way Too Difficult for Me, the phone rang.
Phone calls I received tonight:
#1 and #2: from cellist playing at this Saturday's wedding: We've been requested to play "It Don't Mean a Thing if it Ain't Got That Swing". Do I have the music? No. But I can probably play it by ear if I have 5 minutes to practice first; just tell me what key it's in.
#3: from L. : Should she buy 25 or 50 wax lips for people to wear to show their support for Tango Mucha Labia at the Battle of the Bands? Go with 50. You just can't have too many wax lips.
#4: from student: He can't go to the All-State auditions on November 17th because he has a class trip. Do I think he'll be ready for the auditions in Skowhegan on November 3rd? Well, we'll figure out how to get him ready in the next 2 weeks. Come early to lesson tomorrow so we can get some extra time in.
#5: from unknown: Hello, Victoria? Who? Victoria Green? No Victoria Green here, sorry. Most suspicious.