Pick Up The Pieces
It was a late Thursday afternoon in May when my kids and I were getting ready to go see Reggie‘s Spring Jazz Concert at River East Collegiate. The concert didn’t have to start until 7:00 p.m., but as usual, the performers were asked to be there by 6:15 p.m. for warm-up and tuning procedures. I already pre-ordered the tickets but I also wanted to be there early so that I could get good seats.
Reggie left at around 6:00 p.m. and since I wasn’t quite ready yet, I told him to go on ahead and that his brothers and I would just follow later. The two younger boys and I left at around 6:30 p.m. It was just a ten-minute walk to school. We were already at the school yard when it occurred to me to check if I had the tickets in my purse. I knew it! They weren’t there. I changed bags the previous day and I must have forgotten to transfer the tickets in the purse that I used that day. I told the boys that we would go inside the school and I’d leave them there while I go back home to get the tickets. Ryan said that he’d go back instead because he could walk faster. I told him that he didn’t know where I’d put the tickets.
When we got inside the school, there were just a handful of parents lined up in front of the theatre doors which were still closed. At first I thought that I’d make the boys fall in line, but then I realized that they couldn’t go in anyway because they didn’t have tickets. Then I thought I’d ask Rachel, who I saw by the front doors, a favour. I went up to her and asked her where I could find Reggie. He’s upstairs warming up, she said. Now, I always get lost finding the rooms when I go on the second floor and since it was getting close to 7:00 p.m., I explained to her my situation. Could you please save us three seats once the doors open? I asked her. Sure, whereabouts do you want to sit? She asked. Somewhere in the centre, but not too close nor too far from the stage. I told the boys to give her their jackets and she would put them on the seats that she would save for us.
So I hurriedly went back home, half walking, half running. I couldn’t really run because I was wearing my two-inch platform sandals. This wasn’t the first time I had to leave the kids someplace and hurry back home because I forgot something. Sign of getting old or just too pre-occupied? I was still a block away from home and I was already panting and out of breath. When I got inside the house, I immediately look for the tickets in my other purse and yes they were there. I had to change my blouse for I worked up a sweat and I also changed into my runners so I could walk faster. I got back to school with still a couple of minutes before the concert started. And my boys were seated at the best seats in the house and an empty seat was reserved for me in the middle. Thanks to Rachel. She was an angel.
When the Intermediate Jazz Band started coming up the stage and I saw Rachel beside Reggie, that answered the burning question I had since a few months before. How did he get close to this girl two years his junior? Of course, they were sitting next to each other everyday in Jazz Band. Well, not that I have a problem with that. She’s a very nice girl. 🙂
This is one of the music they played that night. It’s called Pick Up The Pieces. Some of you may be familiar with this piece.
The phrase “pick up the pieces” means “to try to return to a satisfactory situation.” That’s what I’ve been trying to do now in my personal life and that’s why I thought I’d share this video clip with you.
Reggie plays the tenor saxophone here and also (a solo on) the flute.