A Beautiful Disaster

I have had some pretty intense performances in my life but I think tonight's might have to top the cake.  Musically it was a mess but it was also a precious learning experience that I won't soon forget.  This whole weekend has been very intense and perhaps that partially explains the events that unfolded. 

For months I have been anticipating a very full weekend as I had a high profile concert scheduled the day before what I felt might be my last performance of Lamb of God with the bonus of having the composer present.  To add to the "excitement," a few weeks ago my husband started having some very worrisome symptoms and we both became quite concerned. 

A procedure to diagnose what we were convinced was very bad news was scheduled for Friday of this weekend.  We have been through 14 years of disability and scary medical uncertainty and I've learned to not borrow trouble most of the time but I became overwhelmed by the "what ifs" last week.  By the time Friday came, I was exhausted and a bit of a basket case.  After being given an unexpected negative diagnosis, I had a mix of relief and confusion as I tried to comprehend how they found nothing with the tremendous amount of blood he had lost.  I was of course delighted but the weight of it took awhile to ease.

On Saturday morning we had a touch-up Lamb of God rehearsal and it was really special.  It was a mix of testimony meeting and singing and the tears flowed freely.  There was such unity and love in the room as we sang it truly for ourselves.  Insight after insight came, followed by hugs from nearly everyone in the choir and I left with my heart exceedingly light.  An afternoon of happy errands filled my day before proceeding to the Pantages for one of my biggest gigs to date.  My heart was full for the privilege to perform with such a wonderful ensemble and I had an absolute blast on stage.  The four Copland songs were so well-received and the Oklahoma medley and Summertime felt amazing.  I was on a tremendous high afterwards and so grateful for such an amazing weekend.

I awoke Easter morning with a hop in my step and excitement for the day ahead.  I had a good day of church, finished some cards and a thank you gift and eagerly headed over to the church to prepare for our performance.  We began as usual but it wasn't long before I started feeling that things were off somehow.  We were behind schedule and we weren't able to do all the soundchecks we wanted to do and I was starting to get anxious.  I went to a sideroom and prayed to be at peace before meeting together for our testimony meeting.  That peace came as we talked together and bore testimony.  The composer Rob Gardner told of some of his experiences as he first created this work.  He shared how he was composing up to the last minute before he went to record with the London Symphony.  It was about three hours into the twelve hour session before he realized that he was conducting the London Symphony and it was only then that he really engaged in the work.  There was a sense of unity and excitement as we prayed together.

The opening number began well and I was delighted to see so many faces in the choir looking up at me and expressing the Hope that this piece so clearly conveys.  Then as we began the second song where an oboe solo carries the melody, the oboe inexplicably broke.  It became completely unplayable.  It wasn't just a bad reed but a completely unusable key that made it impossible to play anything.  Panic arose as I realized how prominent the oboe is throughout this piece.  The other woodwinds were trying to help her fix her instrument and I was trying to figure out what we should do when that anxiety started to affect others.  There were some missed entrances, wrong words and sound issues and all of a sudden it felt really unstable and I realized I was steering a train that was in great danger of coming off the tracks.  We've had a few scary moments before but nothing like this. 

I was wondering why this was happening tonight.  I so dearly wanted this to be a great performance as it was my last one and the composer was present and it was Easter and wanted my offering to reflect the depth of my devotion to my Savior.  Last week's performance was almost perfect and so beautiful and powerful and I had fully expected this to exceed that high bar.  I wanted to cry- not from joy but disappointment.  As I silently prayed that somehow we would get through this, the thought came to my mind that THIS is the Lord's work and no power could derail HIS work.  The power of this principle was consuming and ran deeply throughout my body as we sang "I am the Resurrection."  It was a dramatic shift much like the moment Rob had described in his testimony.  I felt empowered like I had never felt before to not let the fears conquer us.  When mics started clicking and going out in the next piece, I again felt that idea loud and clear and threw my entire self into the work as we sang "Hosanna."

I had to fight the whole performance and everyone fought with me.  The woodwinds distributed the oboe parts and were transposing and covering the parts as well as their own so that the oboe melody wouldn't be missing.  My sound people were working intently to try to correct the problems, narrators made adjustments when one mic was clearly down and I felt the prayers of the choir and orchestra as we fought with everything in us to stay together despite the continuing issues.  As we approached the last couple of songs, it was hard to hold it emotionally together.  The Spirit was strong in spite of everything and I wept freely. I suspect most people in attendance were completely unaware of how dire it felt and how precariously the production clung together because God gave them what they needed too.  I could hear the tears behind me and felt hearts softening.

This performance was completely opposite what I had envisioned and yet beautiful in its own way.  As my husband and I discussed it, he described it like the moment when Joseph Smith goes to the grove to say his first earnest prayer and how a thick darkness threatened to destroy him (Joseph Smith-History 1:14-17  https://www.lds.org/scriptures/pgp/js-h/1?lang=eng).  Joseph wrote, "But, exerting all my powers to call upon God to deliver me out of the power of this enemy which had seized upon me, and at the very moment when I was ready to sink into despair and abandon myself to destruction..." he was delivered.  It took the show almost falling completely apart tonight for me to really see Christ as my deliverer. 

At the same time, the truth that He is in charge is something that I will never forget.  When I let my personal fears overtake me this last week or during this performance, God's power was clearly evident to me.  It was clear and unmistakable to me.  I am confident that He has a plan, even when everything seems to be going wrong.  I know that He is keenly aware of me personally and loves me deeper than I can comprehend.  Though this was not the beautiful performance I dreamed of, it was the performance I needed and for that I am grateful.