10. Rock Tuff, P.I.: A Triangle In Blandsville

After a few seconds of silence, the audience began to applaud, a crescendo of clapping. Despite the blunders, Hans’s composition seemed to be a success. Hans bowed, then turned and gestured for the orchestra to stand. More applause.

At the post-performance party, I avoided Hans, fearing his wrath for my belated climactic note. He seemed reconciled with Miss Stinger, however. I talked with Al who, I noticed, was quickly on his third drink. Perhaps he was trying to calm his nerves.

“The night seems to have been a big success,” I said.

“Yeah.” There was disappointment in his voice.

“It must be satisfying to go from student to fellow-performer.”

“Maybe now he’ll realize his mishtake.” Al’s tolerance for alcohol seemed to match my own, which was very low.

“Mistake?”

“Yeah. When I took his course, he gave me a C instead of the A I desherved. Said I lacked fire an’ proper technique.”

Was this the piece I lacked: motive? It was a flimsy one, but every student, including me has had at least one grade from a teacher or professor which he thinks is unfair. I hated to take advantage or a drunk, but I asked gently: “Al, are you responsible for the …accidents?”

“Sure. But I didn’t even do a good job at that. I desherve an F as a shabatoor.”

I found myself feeling some sympathy for Al, especially when he added: “But I didn’t shteal those han’kerchiefs I stuck in that horn. I paid for them.”

I talked to a few more people briefly, then left. I wondered if Amanda had been there to see my début as a musician.

The next morning I called Hans and told him that I was sure there would be no more incidents, but because I hadn’t caught the culprit, I waived my fee.

Then I read Georgette Bernard’s review of the concert in the local paper: “Last night’s performance of Hans Humperdinck’s ‘Symphony in A Flat for Orchestra and Triangle’ moved modern music to a new stage. The audience was repeatedly startled by unexpected interruptions in the flow of the melody and withholding the final note for several seconds was a brilliant touch.”

Hmm, I wondered, does some big-city symphony orchestra need an experienced triangulist?

 

A Triangle In Blandsville

 

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Gary E. Miller spent 29 years trying to teach English at several high schools in Ontario. In 1995, he made his greatest contribution to education by retiring. He now spends his time in rural Richmond, reading voraciously and eclectically, and occasionally writing stories and poems which do nothing to elevate the level of Canadian literature.
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