A Friend's Tribute
"You have to have a strong sense in yourself, because
the viola never gets the melody." I've had this quote in my AIM profile
since the day I read it in a newspaper article on Sarah's memorial page.
Following that quote is a link to Sarah's memorial page. Both of these
have changed fonts, styles, and colors, but never have they left the top
of my profile. After the link is the word Always
nothing. Just Always
We'd alternate playing notes in Lucia Silla or play everything in third position, and one of the more popular games of last year-playing with the music upside down. You would think that first stand violists would be serious and play all the time, and not goof off. Apparently you never saw us, nor have you heard any viola jokes. We didn't stop there; the peg game was always a hit. At least it got us out of a few measures of practice so we could retune our violas. That game only got out of our row once; it wasn't welcomed too much by the other violists, or the seconds, for that matter. But it made us laugh, and that's what counts.
...by the end of the song I realized
that Sarah had scanned new lines into my part that was a combination of
the three other parts mixed up
The viola may never get the melody but no one ever said anything about the violist.
|There were days when I would go to orchestra and my viola wouldn't be in its case, or a bow would be missing. Sarah would always be sitting next to me with this huge smile on her face that she couldn't hide. The funniest thing she did in orchestra last year was during the preparation of our viola quartet for the Evening of Elegance. We routinely asked for rehearsal time during class so we could "work on the quartet", meaning we needed to work on it, but we also didn't really want to be in class playing. So during one of our frequent rehearsals, we began playing and I soon realized something was wrong. It took me a while to figure it out but by the end of the song I realized that when Sarah had taken her music home to make a copy for me, she had scanned new lines into my part that was a combination of the three other parts mixed up. Let's just say there wasn't really any rehearsing after that, just a whole bunch of laughing and goofing off.|
I'll never forget the day I got a phone call from Sarah during the first week of college. She was exploding from excitement about some new nail polish pens she had just gotten. She called me and told me to check my email because she was sending me some pictures.
I checked my email, and she did send me some pictures
her nails with dotted flowers all over them. I've never seen nor heard
someone get so excited about nail polish before and all I could do was
laugh. I got a phone call from Sarah probably every other day for those
first few weeks of school and we'd talk about orchestra, and her new job
and how people said they got high on Sweet-n-Low.
She probably didn't know it but she was there when I went to college, calling me a few times a week just to say hi. What she didn't know is how much easier she made it for me to adjust to the college life.
Whether she was talking about her nail polish or her job, she always had some hilarious story to tell me about good old Westerville. I never realized it until now, but I looked to her like the little sister I never had. We talked about the boys and the makeup, and everything in between.
Even now, she is with me. Hard times come and go, but they go so much easier with Sarah singing Dory's solo with a funny face, running off with your bow, or praising Pirates of the Caribbean to no end.
Always will her memory be in my heart, Always will I defend fellow violists from the wrath of the violins, Always will I remember the impact she had on me and so many others; Always will I remember that Orlando is cuter than Johnny; Always will I remember our friendship; and Always will I remember to not break my g-strings, keep my pegs in their holes, and check to make sure my music is in the right order before I begin playing.
The viola may never get the melody but no one ever said anything about the violist. Always