How Do You Get To Carnegie Hall?

Well the punch line of the old joke is PRACTICE!

Right?

Well this story isn't about Carnegie Hall. It's a true story about Symphony Hall in Boston, MA.

I was attending a private function inside Symphony Hall where a friend of mine was performing & I happened to be dressed all in black. After her performance we got to see the The Boston Pops perform as well. They were both wonderful concerts.

When the night was over I was standing outside Symphony Hall watching my friend's equipment as she went to fetch her car. The audience was pouring out into the street & as many passed me they said enthusiastically, "YOU WERE FABULOUS TONIGHT!" or "GREAT CONCERT!" & "OH YOU WERE ALL FANTASTIC!" & "THANK YOU SO MUCH, LOVELY SHOW!"

Inside my head, stunned with, "wait, what? me?, oh no, I'm just, well sure, but you see I'm..." because they thought they were thanking a symphony player or 'praps even my friend. Yet there was no time to explain & I didn't want to offend or appear rude. So standing tall (as tall as I could) dressed in black, waiting with equipment, instantly impersonating a Boston Pops member, I smiled graciously & thanked them warmly for attending. At least their thoughtful accolades for the Pops should be received & reciprocated, I thought nervously.

How do you get to Symphony Hall?

~ Stand on the sidewalk dressed in black with music equipment at your feet.