Complaints. Emotions. Musicality.

Tuesday night at Encore we had just finished singing our a capella french song. Chatter emerged soon after Poe cut us off. "Ms. Poe, could you play that last B natural? I don't think I sang the right note." She plucked out the B natural, "Nope, Annastazia, you sang it right, you're fine." I breathed a sigh of relief and scribbled a note in my music. Kensie, a fairly conceited alto, said, "Annastazia, I'm pretty sure that's a D natural." A confused look made it's way across my face as I searched through my music, "No", I said pointing at the note, "It's a B natural." She glanced at the note and then quickly responded with, "Oh, I'm sorry, you see, I used to play trumpet, so I read different notes. It would have been a D natural on a trumpet." I was about to nod my head, but then I actually thought about what she said. There were so many things wrong with that statement that she made that I just bit my tongue and turned away. I called Syd later and vented to her about my anger with people who think they know what they are talking about, but then are completely wrong and conceited. It's wonderful to have people like Syd who will listen to my awkward complaints and not judge me because of them.