Group Lessons

Saturday was full of hectic feuds and rushing to the next place. Greg had state competitions, then we had piano lessons. After Greg was done with his performance at state we had to get to Mrs. C's by 12 and of course we leave the bag at home. WE then rush home for the bag and go strait to her house. The lesson went bad to say the least. I was not having a steady beat and Greg was playing, well, playing like he had practiced, shocking. Mrs. C then informed that
"Monday we are going to have a group lesson at 6, now practice"
ON the days in between We practice, a.k.a Greg saying
"Angie can you count", pushing me away from the bench, and me making him take his own chair.
Group Lesson day comes with anxious thought covered by the look of hoping to be last. Group lesson happens when a recital is coming up where she has us do our piece for everyone else and the other kids critic the others.
Mrs C now calls me dwight, greg Phylis, and wants to be called Pam but Greg and I have decided she's more of a Jan (sorry Mrs. C if you don't like) and our friend from piano Ally who we saw their is more like a pam.
Our mother, Sharon, was asked by Mrs. C if she could stay and give pointers to the players. WE came in a little late but we hadn't started so it was fine. Before we even started she makes Greg give an example of a bow that we're supposed to do after we perform. Greg surpasses Mrs. C's hope for all that a bow could be and she says
"well that was actually good."
Ally went first with an easy piece much easier than what her talent can do, she just needed a piece that would be ready for the recital which is now in 18 days. After another few people went and did a sloppy bow which most of them had to redo Bert a.k.a "Fez" comes in with a sassy attitude sweeping his hair and fixing his american eagle shirt. He goes and plays this fairly hard piece, has a few hiccups during the piece but still, overall well. He get up to bow and does a bow where he looks like he's punching his gut when bowing and sits down for comments when we were still clapping, and says
"kay comments?"
Greg decides to confront him with how low his hands were saying
"I thought it was good but your hands were super low, like to the point where I thought they were touching the keys"
Fez just replays "kay thanks" and goes back up to his chair. Another person goes up plays, then another is about to go up when Mrs. C sees Bert texting on his phone a says "you know, you're not allowed to text during group lesson."
Fez replies "whatever"
IN shock  our mouths drop, then suddenly she says "how about a duet?" Now in a sudden whirlwind we go up there. We had a poem before our piece that explains the imagery of the piece. I say the poem with an expressive voice and sit. we start to play in we got through the piece with not a lot of mistakes but Greg giving me dirty looks the hole way through. Then comments come  and a girl who played piano at state says "I thought it had a good balance but don't give each other dirty looks."
The same girl who gave us the comments went up and played beutifly and my mother decides to ask her how much she practices making sure that we are listening.
Once the hole lesson is over we try to leave as fast as we can but Sharon decides to talk to Mrs. C about how we did. Greg spent his time talking to Ally and me eavesdropping. Another day of piano, another day used well.