The first rehearsal

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Back in January I wrote a post about the behind the scenes preparations for the music courses we are now teaching in Jajce. In the video I said I hoped that at some point we'd be able to post a video showing the result of this teaching. This is that point. After a couple of months of teaching individual music lessons we decided it was time to get all our students into a rehearsal to put together what they have been learning. There were nerves, and there were some mistakes, but there were a lot of very encouraging performances too. Judging by the cell phone videos that appeared on Facebook on Thursday night they are proud of their progress; we are too and this is our video record of their first rehearsal.


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Unknown said…
hehe i have enjoyed this video! im not a musician.. but if that was the first reharsal i think it went really good! i listened to the end with big pleasure!
i'm keeping my fingers crossed for you guys!

xxxx
19 April 2011 at 11:44
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