Recital

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.