Our church has a handbell choir. I have joined. Last night was my first practice. I learned quite a bit:
I learned that I have forgotten quite a bit about reading music, and I cannot tell my left hand from my right hand — I kept ringing the B bell when I should have rang the C bell and vise versa — and I learned that I need new glasses!
I could not see the staff lines clearly, so I would play every note on my area of the staff, whether it was mine or not. Teacher pointed out that I had no notes in the second measure. I peered at the music and agreed with her. We started over. I played my 8 notes in the first measure — and the whole note in the second measure – the note only Bobby should have played.
Teacher said, “You have no notes in the second measure.” I nodded my head. We started over. And I again played the whole note in the second measure.
Teacher said, “That is not your note.” I told her, “Yes. I know. I am sorry.” And we started over.
And we started over ….
And we started over.
Apparently, I cannot count, either.
Teacher took my music. She marked the notes for my B bell in green. She marked the notes for my C bell in red. She pointed to my music, “You play the green and red notes only, Okay?” I agreed. She said, “Look you have no notes in the second measure.” I agreed. We started over.
And I played the whole note in the second measure. Argh!
Fortunately, I had signed up for the beginner’s class, and other people were making similar mistakes. Teacher had us all stop, then she went around one-by-one and had us each play our own first 8 measures. With no one to distract me, I did beautifully. And, I’m proud to say, when we returned to playing as a group, I no longer played the whole note in the second measure.
Maybe next Monday we’ll work on telling my left hand from my right hand.