My dad was in town playing with the Cypress Quartet. John John’s first concert! We met Opapa in front of the venue. John John was excited.
We sat in the very back, knowing that at any moment during the concert we might have to bolt. John John sat on my lap barely making it through the chamber society’s lengthy announcements of their upcoming schedule, but sat up when the musicians entered and walked up to the stage. He clapped, a member of the audience.
But they didn’t sit down to play. First was the informational talk on what we were about to hear. You can imagine how high that flew for a two year old. We had to leave before the music even began. (wah-wahhh goes the sad trombone.)
Happily, John John got his own private concert the very next morning.
He liked that very much.