Remember when I exposed my backside to the world? Well, my exhibitionist days are not over, apparently.
This weekend, my piano students had a recital in a lovely recital hall, playing on a grand piano worth $150,000. It was beautiful. The students played almost flawlessly, they had impressive sounding pieces and the recital lasted less than an hour. A success, I would say.
I, of course, stood on the stage to welcome everyone in the beginning, sat at the piano to play a song at the end, and then stood again to thank them all for coming.
Before the recital started, I was as nervous as a 16 year old boy asking a girl out on a date. My palms were sweaty, I was shaking, and I really had to go to the bathroom. But I didn’t. Maybe if I had, I would have noticed something a little bit vital.
My fly was down.
For the whole recital.
I realized this when I got home, no longer nervous, and calmly allowed myself to use the restroom.
The only comfort I can take is that my shirt was a little on the longer side. Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully, it was long enough.
I told you I’m a klutz. But 2 exposing moments in 2 weeks is a little much, even for me.