One of the most nerve-racking requirements of growing up is to recite. We
did it in school when we had to stand in front of the class and repeat a poem
or passage that with repetition was to test us. If we were musically talented
we were to perform for free showing our achievements and skills.
Don’t we do a recital everyday?
A painter brings their blood, sweat and tears for a viewing with hopes of
selling some of the work. A teacher stands before open minds everyday hoping to
make a connection that can be regurgitated. A lawyer references previous cases
and judgments to sway a jury. A preacher quotes scriptures and verse to
persuade a congregation to believe in smoke and mirrors. An advertising
salesperson convincing another person to part with their money for a possible
reward, just like Vegas or Wall Street.
Some of these attempts are paid for expecting a return on investment.
Some hope for donations.
Now established artist or dancers or musicians present shows expecting
ticket sales before a performance, but before they became a household name they
had to give recitals. Once they drop from fame and lost the attention of the
media they are back to giving recitals.
Should a recital be a test? Should it cause such emotional distress?
A recital should be the first presentation and appreciated for the
effort. Throw a few coins in the bucket for someone who made the attempt.
