2014 Greater
Colorado Tour – day 9
I awake with
the birdies this morning. The sky is blue with puffy white clouds. I greet the
day with a stretch and [Groan]… No one told me that facials and a mini-massage
have aftershocks, or side effects, or expiration dates – or whatever this is.
My skin looks great, but I have sore places on my body that I didn’t know my
body had places. I have to get up and moving though because we don’t have
another leisurely morning. We’ve got a drive ahead of us to get to Frisco for
an early afternoon performance of Barber.
Taylor has already been up for a while. I offer to make him breakfast. He says
thank you, but he simply won’t allow it. He’s the independent kind and has his
own schedule.
Jared’s the
next one up followed shortly thereafter by Brett. I make coffee while they stagger around. Once
everyone is a bit more bright-eyed, I decide to go ahead and make breakfast. I
love cooking for people, so it’s really not a chore. It’s eggs and bacon again
and some Irish oatmeal. After eating, I have to work on yesterday’s blog and
get it finished – I was so wiped out last night, I fell asleep before it was
done. The guys switch between relaxing, reading and getting packed up. Colleen,
Ben and Louise arrive and take their turn in the kitchen for breakfast. The
entire cabin now smells like bacon, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but I
head outside for a bit to breathe in some fresh mountain air.
The river is
even higher today and clouds are building over the mountains. It looks like we
may get some rain later. Still, it’s a beautiful view. I don’t stay outside
long as I have to get packed up myself. Louise volunteers to do the breakfast
dishes and Taylor helps her while Brett and Jared get the car packed. Ben and
Colleen head down to the lodge to get their things and check out. The rest of
us follow and we say goodbye to our cabin, the lodge and the hot springs/spa – it’s really been a wonderful haven for us
the past few days. At the lodge, I go in to check us out of the cabin while
everyone else finishes loading the cars. The young woman who helps me sees my
email address and asks about Opera Colorado. Do I work for them? Am I a singer?
Etc. Etc. I answer her questions and I can sense there’s more that she wants to
say. I ask her if she’s a fan of opera and she gives me a huge smile. Turns
out, she’s not only a fan, she’s about to start college in the fall, studying
to be an opera singer. She’s been saving for it for almost 2 years. I spend the
next few minutes talking to her and answering some of her questions about this
career. I give her my card and tell her to contact me if there’s anything I can
do to help as she takes her first steps. What a great way to start the day!
I rejoin the
others and we head out – Jared is driving this morning and Ben is following us
in the other beasty.
We make the correct turn after two tries (thanks lady on
the GPS who has apparently been talking to Taylor’s Siri) and head up a really
steep incline. There’s a sheer drop off on my side of the car. Thankfully, this
doesn’t last too long and we come onto a high plain that overlooks the entire
valley. There’s a ranch that raises miniature horses and I comment that they
must grow well up here. The road that we’re on takes us into Buena Vista and
from there we head towards Leadville before we join up with I-70. The drive is
beautiful.
We get some rain on the way but nothing major.
We’ve made
it to Frisco and we head straight to the school. It’s now that I notice “it”
has happened. Tour lag. This happens every
year around this same time; about 7 to 8 days in. You reach a point of mental decline
and physical fatigue. I can see it on everyone. There’s not a lot of talking
and people are moving slower than usual. We’ve got a performance to do though,
so I go in to the school to check in and find out where we unload. We get to
the right spot and we have 3 young ladies waiting for us to show us the way. I
greet them and they immediately offer to help us carry things into the theater.
I’m caught off guard – this usually doesn’t happen and I tend to be picky with
who touches our stuff. But the eager looks on their faces are really sincere so
I ask if they would like to help carry in the costumes. They get so excited
they actually jump.
Load in –
here we go again. The space is fantastic today. We’ve got more than enough
room. Our contact from the Breckenridge Music Festival is here again today.
What a wonderful source of support she’s been over the past 3 days. Thank you
Mary Jane Wurster! Set up goes smoothly, but there’s still practically no
talking and this is a fairly chatty group. Tour lag. I meet the teacher and the
final preparations for the show are finished. We’ve got some costume casualties;
Brett is missing a button on his pants and Louise’s skirt has no hook. I pin it
as best I can (Louise’s skirt not Brett’s pants) and we wait for all the
students to arrive. Looking at all of the Young Artists standing around me, I’m
suddenly aware of something. Today is our very last performance in a school.
Sure, we have shows left to do, but they’ll all be in community theaters or one
at Children’s Hospital next week. This is it – after today, there will be no
more school shows with this amazing group of artists all together. I decide to
tell them hoping it will help them shake the tour lag. I tell them to enjoy it
– they’ve all worked so hard to get here.
We have to
hold for about 10-minutes as we wait for the last couple of classes to arrive.
As we wait, we’re treated to an impromptu performance by the high school choir.
They didn’t know they were going to sing and they’re down about 7 members, but
they give it their all. They have a new choir teacher who sang in the Opera
Colorado chorus last season so we’re delighted that we get to hear them. We
cheer them on with our applause and as they take their seats, we begin the
show. I’m introduced by the teacher and I go out to talk to the audience. We’ve
got middle school, high school and even some community members here today. It’s
a really good size audience. I tell them a bit about what they’re going to see
in this production and encourage them to laugh if something is funny or clap
when a piece has ended. We begin the show with a big “Bravo!”
I sit
backstage. As much as I’d like to watch their final school show, I have to
write the blog for day 8 and catch up on some work. I wait for that moment at
the beginning of the show, the one that will tell me if we’ve got a responsive
audience or not. Wait for it… wait…. Yes! We do! In fact, as the show
progresses, they are one of the most responsive audiences we’ve ever had. This
is exactly what we needed today. The artists start to feed off of their energy.
They’re playing off each other and really having fun. There are a couple of
times when the audience laughs so hard; I can’t even hear Taylor playing the
piano. As they take their bows, I sneak to the side and watch. These kids
didn’t simply enjoy this show – they loved it. There are “bravos” and hoots and
cheers. As a director, moments like this are important for me too. As silly as
it sounds, it reminds me that I do indeed know what I’m doing.
As bows end,
I go out to begin the Q&A.
Not surprisingly, we get wonderful questions.
There’s a young lady in the audience who is a senior and is going to be a music
major. She tells us how much she enjoyed the show and what an inspiration we
all are for her. Then she asks a question we’ve never gotten before. What was
the very first classical piece we ever sang? It’s not hard for any of us to
remember what it was and we each answer, most of us started with an Italian
piece. When we get to Jared, he says his was actually a German piece. This
gives Brett the perfect opportunity to do his accent again and the two of them
have the audience in stiches when it’s all said and done. Other questions are
about how long we’ve worked together or how long it took us to rehearse this
show. It seems like ages ago now… but it was only January when this group met
for the first time and we put this show on its feet. We run out of time for questions so I
encourage any of the students who can stay to come up and talk to us
individually.
Quite a few do and the Young Artists and Taylor spend time answering questions. I’m not involved in this – why you ask? Because I have to transition from Director to Nurse. Jared has a boo-boo. He tripped on the wet steps yesterday at the spa and scraped up his leg. During today’s performance it got banged up even more. First felled by a hummingbird, now impaired by steps… it never ends. I fetch the first aid kit from the car and come back in time to see two very sweet, well one sweet and one a mix of sweet and odd, interactions. Colleen has been talking to the young lady who will be a music major in the fall. I watch as Colleen gives her some good advice and, more importantly, encouragement and even a hug. I think that young lady’s feeling pretty uplifted right about now and by the look on Colleen’s face, she is too. The other observation comes courtesy of Brett. He has a young lady as him if he could sing her to sleep tonight. Oh my. Brett’s response? He can’t because we’ll be in Glenwood Springs tonight.
I have to
stop things so we can get to load out and I can tend to Jared’s leg. He’s a
little worse for wear but he’ll be fine. One more injury though and he’s next
in line for the bubble wrap. The Young Artists are chatting like crazy now –
hopefully tour lag has passed. While they get out of costume I chat with some
of our community guests, among them is a couple who saw our recent production
of Carmen and loved it. They’ve been
subscribers for quite some time and said they really enjoyed the fact that we
took a risk and they felt the singing was “of the finest quality.” They are
also very complimentary about Barber.
She also taught music for years and she is really impressed with what we do
with our school programs. I bid them goodbye thank Mary Jane one more time then
help with load out. When we all work as a team it goes really quickly which is
good because we’re starving. Ben knows a couple places in Frisco’s mainstreet
area so we load in the cars to head there.
Readers – a
bit of information for you should it ever come up. If you are ever presented
with a hungry Taylor Baldwin, feed him. Quickly. Odd things happen when you
don’t. Taylor has moved on from avalanche clapping to school bus clapping. As
we leave the school, he waves, and claps at the students on the buses (and
those walking home) and calls out “Bye. Have a beautiful time!” He then tells
us he needs lotion because he has acquired a skin disease on his hands and
needs to moisturize before his finger falls off, leaving him with nine. To
this, Louise responds from the back of the car… “Oh, my nana had nine fingers!”
To which Brett and Taylor think Louise has said her “nana” meaning “banana” has
nine fingers which is just weird. This entire conversation could have been
avoided if we had stuck to the Baldwin’s feeding schedule.
Happily, we
have arrived at mainstreet. Ben guides me into a parking spot with all the
flair of an aircraft marshal and I jump out before anything else… interesting
happens. We start off by sitting outside, but the weather changes – there’s a
storm a brewin’ according to Taylor, so we move inside. We’re all feeling
better after the success of today’s performance and now that we’ve eaten,
things are more like I’m used to with this group. Ben and Colleen take this
opportunity to tell a few stories about me. They paint me in somewhat of an
“airhead” light so I choose to invoke bloggers prerogative and not repeat them.
As we’re leaving, I see a sign posted by the handicap accessible restroom which
reads “Handicapped accessible entrance located downstairs.” Hmmm… somehow that
doesn’t seem right.
Dodging
raindrops, we load back into the cars and head to Glenwood Springs where we’re
spending the night. In the co-pilot seat, Brett literally falls asleep on the
job of wildlife and rock watcher. It’s OK, he tired and Jared is watching over
things from the backseat. Colleen naps and Taylor, now fed, has gone quiet.
Louise and Ben are in the other car, which I can’t see, so I assume they’re
fine. Jared plays a techno song and commands
Brett to wake and do an improvised dance, which he does and, as he was seated, it
was quite impressive. Jared laughs so hard he sounds like a Wagnerian soprano.
We make it
to our lodging, Hotel Colorado.
It’s on the National Historic Register and I’m
really excited to check it out. I love history and the period this was built is
one of my favorite eras. To make it even better, I was able to get us a discount
on the rooms once they found out that we were on tour, performing for local
communities. We unload our bags and while Ben and I park the beasties, the
others get everything into our rooms. The hotel is gorgeous. After getting
settled, I go down the hall to the gent’s room to let them know I am going to
walk around and check things out. Taylor, who has livened up considerably,
informs me that the hotel is haunted.
I am no longer excited to stay here. His
room is right on the other side of mine, so I tell him if I scream, he’d better
come running.
I go down to
the lobby to look around. It really is beautiful. I find a wonderful outdoor
courtyard and decide to sit there and work for a bit. Everyone will meet up at
9:00PM to talk over the next day’s schedule. As I work, my laptop goes dead so
I have to move inside. I am so glad I did. As I sit working, an elderly
gentleman comes to the piano in the lobby and begins to play.
I know the tune
and just instinctively begin to hum. He looks over at me and smiles and motions
me to him. I put down my work and walk over and he asks me if I’d like to sing
with him. I say no, not wanting to intrude but he begins to play a piece that
my grandpa used to sing and I can’t resist. We spend the next few minutes
together, connected by a piece of music that is connected to memories. While
there wasn’t a single other person in the lobby and no one applauded, this was
a moment I will never forget. I thank him for playing and he asks why I’m
staying at the hotel. I tell him about tour and he is thrilled. He tells me
that music can never be too important in someone’s life because it feeds the
soul. He takes his leave by saying “Keep up the good work young woman.”
The group
meets up and we go over tomorrow’s schedule. We also go over some other
upcoming gigs to get a jump on planning. We say our goodnights and turn in. In
my room, I begin to work on the day’s blog. I hear a very strange noise coming
from the left of my bed… I can’t place the sound, but it’s definitely something
in the room with me. I turn slowly and discover… the radiator.
Those things
make quite a racket. Sleeping tonight is going to be… interesting.
Rest well
readers,
Cherity
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