Don't get me started.
The oldest church in our regional ministry was built by English settlers in the mid 1800s, and it's apparently on record that if it failed as a church, it would have made a great sheep barn.
*eye roll*
Ouch.
What my flut teacher suggested was to take a day off (no more), and if that didn't work, then just playing or even listening to the piece would probably help.
I went nuts photographing my little country church.
I'll get a few of my favourites.
*grin*
These are all of my tiny little country church in NW Missouri in Eastertime (as if you couldn't tell from the lilies).
Sweet.
Then I'll behave and not report any of the (rather bad) oboe jokes I heard over the years of band.
Besides, one of my best friends from high school was an absolute demon. She was really, really, really good.