It wasn't until I was seated in room A410 in the Harris Fine Arts Center that I understood what I was privileged in witnessing. Before me was my daughter auditioning for the violin studio of the School of Music of Brigham Young University. When it hit me what might happen as a result of that moment, I was overcome with emotion and had to fight to keep from weeping. I often cry when she plays because it is so beautiful, but in a flash at that moment, I saw her life from the time she was that happy baby, to an energetic toddler, to a curious student and a young woman. In my mind, I saw her as a young girl who took up the violin to express so many things she found deep inside. She started lessons much later than some of our other children as our family was quite overwhelmed financially when she was little. I wasn't available to oversee her practicing, as I had her older brothers and sisters, but she didn't need me. She was always quite diligent to practice on her own. In fact, even after getting home late from a long, busy day, she is known to spend time with her violin before she settles down to sleep.
Although she was nervous she did quite well playing the pieces that she had memorized and sharing with the two professors the answers to their questions. So many years and so many hours of practice coming to fruition right before my eyes.
We won't know for a few weeks the results of those ten minutes, but I do know that she belongs at Brigham Young University.
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