Our awesome (and patient) coach, Charlotte Bickford, improved my posture and positioning...apparently! "Is this right?" I asked, showing my best and most tension-free positioning as I bowed. She scrunched up her face a bit and walked over to me, reaching for my wrists and pinkies. Her adjustments made my joints feel like they'd never been used (yeah, yeah...ominous words for a 25 year old) and I could tell that my biceps and my collarbone were going to be sore the following day. "Better?" I asked, hoping to lock this contortionist position into muscle memory. "Well..." she sighed, and keep tweaking. Then, finally, "TAKE A PICTURE! THAT'S IT! THAT'S PERFECT!" she said, as she stepped away. If this is it, I thought, I don't feel like a professional violist. I feel like...I don't know...Gollum? Christian Bale's Machinist? An idiot?
My dogs definitely don't approve of my home practicing, alternately howling and running for cover. But they're both going to get used to it because I'm going to make this thing legitimate and authentic...at least if you're sitting offstage!