I have been so busy lately taking the grand kids to gymnastics, cheering, and guitar lessons that it has been unreal. What time I haven't been busy, I have been in bed sick with strep and ear infections. Still trying to get these ears of mine to unstop and not make me feel like I am back in a tunnel. It is a little more than aggravating.
Saturday, one of the granddaughters had a cheerleader competition in the big city of Louisville, KY. They looked so cute doing their routines and their pink and black outfits. They were a wholesome looking group of children up to 11 years old. After we watched my middle granddaughter perform, we had to leave her with the coach and make our way back to Winchester because the youngest granddaughter had to perform some solos on her electric guitar at a fall festival.
We got home just in time to change clothes, grab the guitar and amp and head out the door to the festival. After driving around for several minutes trying to find a place to park, we finally succeeded in finding a spot. We made our way to the platform looking for Victoria's guitar teacher to find out exactly what time she would be performing. About five minutes later, we located him and commenced to finding out what time she would be playing and how many songs she would perform.
Needless to say, she was a little on the nervous side as there was a huge crowd of people there. They estimated the crowd between 1500-2000 people. She found the other two students that would be playing also and they made a decision on who would go first, second, and third. Vicki went last.
The first two students who played didn't have much in the way of sound as they did not have the amps plugged up right. By the time they got to Vicki, they had the system fixed and Vicki started off playing "What Did I Say" by Ray Charles (I think that is the name of the song) and did extremely well. They each got to play three songs each and when they were done, the emcee asked them if they could play another round of songs, so they did and Vicki closed out the session with "Crazy Train" by good ol' Ozzie Osborne. She rocked the house down and stole the show. Mind you, she is only 8 years old and she was picking the song, not just using chords. Her little fingers could barely reach between the frets fast enough, but she did it.
Tonight we found out that she was in the local paper. Of all the people that performed, she was the only one that the paper took pictures of. Her teacher called today and said that he would like to give her another lesson per week and could she come in to night to do it. When she got in the car, the owner of the guitar store came over to the car and told us about her being in the paper. Vicki said that Steve cut her pic out and asked her to autograph it and hung it on their wall there in the store. Her first autographed pic and she signed it "Vicca Rocks!"
Back to the cheerleader. She finally made it back to Winchester and was carrying a 2nd place trophy for the hard work that she and the team performed doing their routine. I guess you can tell that this is one proud Nana.
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