our concert photo! picture courtesy of firdaus =)

It's because we were playing Dvorak's Piano quartet So she had the dubious honour of being the largest instrument in the quartet. Your Humble Narrator reckons she had quite a good time, seeing how she didn't need to lug instruments around, and constantly had perfect intonation. The Piano is always right. Always.

However. The downside of being a pianist is that you have so many more notes to play, which translates to more time spent practicing. Of course, that doesn't mean that the other instruments don't practice... *ahem*, but Cellist is making her slacking a bit obvious by lurking around reading the very entertaining program notes.


The classic violist Pout, never before captured on film, nor observed by fellow quartet mates until they saw this photo. What he was pouting at remains unknown. Your Humble Narrator would like to think he was NOT pouting at the Cellist, who was sitting in the direction of his pout. Curious readers might want to call him and ask about this mystic moment.

(This was taken during the rehearsal, and not the performance, thankfully!)

Squeezing in the last minute rehearsal before going onstage. No more slacking for now, no more wandering around spying on other items by other violinists. Leslie The Coach popped his friendly head in to say Hello and said he would be laughing at us from the circle seats. He is very encouraging that way.

(Of course, his post-concert comments were honestly encouraging.)

And this is what we were actually doing ON STAGE.

The Aftermath
With Mr Foo in Blue. Our item turned out fine, despite the (on hindsight) rather unauspicious Black and Blue getup. (Ah what superstitious crap.) Anyway it looks kind of strange how some of us are semi-doubled over. Maybe it's because there was too much good food.

Hmph the piano is getting too much attention. It's amazing how we still had the energy to smile, considering our legs behind the piano were contorted in the weirdest positions trying to get our heads just above the piano. (The things people do for photos!). And it was almost 9 pm (or was it past 9?) and we were hot and starving.

"Hot" as in.. physically hot i.e. needing aircon. We are not that shameless.

The Leaning Tower of Pisa Syndrome strikes again. (c.f. the NUS Chamber concert photos). Your Humble Narrator feels slightly disturbed by this photo because it seems to subtly reinforce the gendered notion that females are very nuah (lacking backbone). Whatever.
Your Humble Narrator is not very sane.