Tonight while translating some pages and writing what I consider some good poetry. Well, to me it is good I started recalling an event as bright as a star.  How was this possible? Why did I remember this so suddenly? So the memories came to me in large waths of pictures and words.  

I was only 16 years old and I thought that evening of how I got to that place?

I am center stage before a 400 people crowd. Actually, I am on a raised platform and playing from the orchestra pit. I am playing this lovely music as a soloist, with the high school orchestra behind me.

I am the second violist for the local high school of my town, and big city reviewers and critics consider me one of the top violists in the county. I get to play something tonight, which is arguably the most beautiful song in those days ever written; it is called Heaven by Bryan Adams.

It is an entr’acte for viola and orchestra, meaning that it is music usually played between the orchestra and the Viola as a soloist and musically, I suppose you might call it an ‘orchestral easy rock intermezzo.’

I finished, and the applause from my performance dies down after I played a piece of music chosen by me and this was my debut for the big leagues.

I am five years into violin and viola lessons and my German music professor would always say to me at every private lesson, “Ve must hold zee bow correctly, meine liebe! Zee vingers must be curled, mitt der thumb unter-neath.” He used to say.  We all called his Language “Germglish”.

If we did not use the correct hand positions with the bow or on the fingerboard, we felt the sharp sting of the ruler he always carried. I went home many times with bloody knuckles, but I learned how to play the Viola and I am now remembering the notes. The D String, The C String. It is all coming back to me!

Memories coming back is like the best POEM in the world! And Tonight I will celebrate my memories coming back with Jose Cuervo Original. Salut to my memories!