The Concert Balcony

Live music, nothing like it. As I was sitting in the balcony listening, I thought to myself "After the practice it all comes out in the light."

It all comes out in the light.

The good, the bad, and the ugly everything is visible in the light.

Whether the guys are wearing the prescribed tuxedo, just a black suit or something else (like when your black is on your tie and you're  wearing a white shirt that screams "look at me I'm playing in the percussion section", or wearing blue jackets - yes, there were a few). If you are the ancient violinist playing in the second chair section, or the 12 year old playing the biggest drum, in the light it all comes out. The excited lady french horn player (who was almost as ancient as the violinist, maybe even more), the guy playing on the clarinet with gusto, and the women almost falling of her stool as she enthusiastically manipulated her base violin (that's the biggest one they make): that comes out. The stoic bassoon player and that harpist, they don't get the same praise: it came out. Whether you practice, make a mistake, or loudly open your water bottle following the example of a certain flautist: under the light it comes out.  

Life is like a orchestra, whether you prepare or not it will be seen, but what really matters is how well we play while "under the light". 

You are under the light, what are people seeing?

 "Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us..."