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...Back in CA, I always enjoyed the Holidays, especially Christmas. I would usually get 4 or 5 gigs for Church Concerts, and the 3 Orchestras I played in would put on a fun Pops Concert. There was one gig that I REALLY enjoyed! A flutist would put together a quartet, I would play cello, and we would play in a large shopping Mall. We were on a raised platform right in the middle of it, and would play happy Christmas music. Of course, most people just walked by, but some would stop, stand, and listen to us. I really enjoyed it when small children would stand and stare at us...they were amazed at what we were doing. I would look down, smile, and wink at them...and hope that they would decide to play an instrument when they got older.
One evening, a young man came out of one of the shops, and listened for a while. He was wearing a nametag, so he must have been on his break. He asked if we could play "Nearer my God to Thee." We, of course, didn't have that music. I asked if he would be here tomorrow, and he said "Yes". I told him we would play that for him the next evening, and he went back to the store. The 2nd violinist got cross with me, and said "That isn't Christmas music." I nodded, and said, "But we were given a request, we have to follow through."
I had to buy a hymnal the next day that had the piece, and carefully ran off 4 copies. That evening I handed them out to the other players, and said, "When that young man comes out of that store, we will play this for him." The 2nd violinist said, "OK, just one time." I glared at her and said, there are three verses, we will play it, and repeat two times." The flutist, who was our Leader, told the violinist..."We will repeat two times." I calmed down...
That evening, the violinist and I barely spoke to each other, and only made eye contact as we played when we really needed to.
The young man came out of the store as we were playing 'Jingle Bells', and stood in front of us. We finished 'Jingle Bells', and brought out 'Nearer my God to Thee'. I smiled, and nodded to him, and said, "We have your request." We settled into the mood of the piece, and the flutist set the proper tempo as we started. We carefully played it three times, and finished, and I looked at the young man. He had tears in his eyes, and wiped them, and said "Thank you", and went back into the store.
That song meant something to him. We played for another week...but he never came out and listened to us again.