Thursday, October 16, 2014

A Musician's Wife

Last Saturday, Christopher was asked to sit in with someone for a gig. Of course, when I decide to attend it means giving up an entire day. So we woke to a foggy morning, dressed for the gig, had a bite to eat, packed the car, and hit the road about 1:00 p.m. Our car rides lend themselves to some great conversations. Sometimes we chat about music or education, and other times we chat about whatever comes to mind. We planned enough time into our schedule to be able to stop at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf for a frosty beverage. After arriving at the location of the gig, I sit around while Christopher sets up his gear. Periodically, we exchange giggles over unspoken things. I tend to walk around and investigate the venue. This can lead to quirky photographs that I use to entertain myself. After set up is complete, it is time for sound check. This should be a fairly quick process if everyone is prepared. However, this time it took roughly two hours. By this time, I'm starving and stir crazy. From time to time, the venue will provide food. This particular venue chose a not so delicious pizza. While eating we joined in conversation with those around us. In just a few short moments I would find myself sitting alone while Christopher took the stage. The concert begins and I watch and wait for the finale. Several hours later the moment has come for the end of the show. I find myself anxious to pack up and head home. Inevitably, there is a meet and greet with the artists. This pushes back the tear down time. Once tear down does begin I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. We are finally packed up and ready to drive home. My bed is calling. We pull into the driveway, and I glance at the clock and am thankful that it is only 11:00 p.m.

Although it seems as if this whole process is drudgery for me, I am happy to see Christopher shining like the star that I know he is on that stage. I will continue to sacrifice my Saturdays from time to time to see the joy that performing brings him. In the grand scheme of life, this is just a small thing that I can give to him, and I will gladly give it over and over. I have no doubt he would do the same for me.

Hugs,
Jenni

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