This afternoon, a colleague/friend and I took a walk around the city. We spent around an hour together catching up, discussing various topics, and enjoying some healthy movement at the same time.
Two women who walk fast can cover a lot of physical ground – and my friend and I saw quite a bit of the downtown metro area in our 50-minute stroll. One of the locations we passed by was a hotel/convention center, which is near Orchestra Hall. As we approached the hotel convention center area, I heard live music – it sounded like a full orchestra was warming up, only quietly. Interesting….
My friend and I passed by one ballroom, then another; and as we approached the third-and-final ballroom, a door opened, and a women in her 20s (wearing just regular ol’ jeans, a sweater, and tennis shoes) emerged carrying a trumpet. She was followed by an older man (probably in his late 50s) – and there, right in the middle of the public hallway (just outside the ballroom), the gal began to play her instrument while the man looked and listened.
A single trumpet can be very loud; and that was very much the case in this instance. However, the woman appeared to not give a care who heard her. Nor should she have – the music she generated was quite beautiful. My friend and I kept walking and kept talking, and within a few steps the tune was but an echo and a memory.
Still, it was a treat to get a few moments of live professional music in my day. I hear street performers rather often (some more decent than others), but to hear someone play who does so because of intrinsic passion instead of hopes of external payment was delightful. An appreciated pleasant surprise in an otherwise somewhat trying day.