2. I look up from my seat in the orchestra and see that one of my neighbours has come to hear us play: her grandson plays the guitar. I never invite anyone, partly because I'm nervous that I won't play beautifully, so it was great to have someone there.
3. I don't miss any of my cues or mess up my twiddly bits or solos: redemption from years of being glared at and terrorised at Youth Orchestra by a Mrs T and never getting the interesting parts.