A crotchet from disaster

Got through yesterday's biggy concert.

Having worried that I may spook the orchestra at the final rehearsal, they did it to me and we had to go back twice over a passage. One false entry and the whole thing would have ground to a halt in maybe four bars, which at the speed we were going isn't very long at all. Not so much trickle down as flash flood. Whilst I did not therefore enjoy the performance as the players did, there being rather too many people to look at, not all of whom returned the compliment, the audience seemed happy enough, including the scary parents.