The Power of (Grandma's) Love

This is just a short entry, but a meaningful one, at least for me. Since I came back from my holiday in Madrid, I've started writing the actual notes for my new opera. It's not easy I must say, since I am still having doubts with the structure of the work ; it's a complex one, and I gotta change the order of some scenes from the original play. There are some instrumental interludes and long arias which would work for the original drama staging, but would be disproportional if one sets it to music. Anyway, I also had that problem in my 2nd Chamber Symphony recently finished : I was stuck, and then I realized that the flaw lay in the basic structure. I just changed the form during the ongoing process of composing, and it turned out ... err .. OK, I think (the premiere is still exactly 1 month from now, so I shouldn't say anything yet!). So, I concluded that I'd stop worrying, I just gotta start writing my opera, and if I get stuck later, I will just go back and see if the problem would be in the changing of scenes. ............................................................................................................................................. Anyway, I see that this opera is no small issue, so I was hoping that I could ask to postpone its World Premiere (due to be in February next year). To be honest, I was having trouble in beginning to write it. I felt clueless and scared in front of the blank, white music paper. Before I told my disquietude to the producer, I chatted with one of the sopranos for that opera about my anxiety. I shall quote her reaction, literally: ............................................................................................................................................. "Ooooh nooo ! My grandma [who lives in Germany] would visit Indonesia in February, and she was already so excited to know that it coincides with my operatic debut. If it were postponed, she would miss it, since she couldn't come in any other period to Indonesia. She'd be so disappointed!". The point is, she lives in Surabaya, so even though she would be in Indonesia in February, she still would have to fly to Jakarta to see her beloved (and very talented) granddaughter for the premiere. Yeah, that's how great the love of a grandma is. ............................................................................................................................................. Needless to say, this conversation immediately revoked my decision to talk to the producer, and my motivation to sit my ass and work got a big boost! Grandmas rock!