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Keys

Keys

Bad picture of a good memory: one of the pieces So Percussion played required the audience to provide the sound of rain, so everyone there was shaking keys and rattling programs and shuffling feet. It was exceptionally rain-like. I really liked the whole piece—it also incorporated live radio from one of the members of the group scanning through radio stations in DC.

Bad picture of a bad memory: because I drove everyone, I was the only one with keys. This meant I happily shared my keys as the girls all took turns shaking them. Post-shaking, they didn't make it back into my camera bag, and post-performance, I walked off without them. By the time I realized outside of the buildlng, they were long gone—which meant four very hungry, ready-to-be-home girls stuck, unable to get home. After a wild goose chase through the parts of the KC that most people never get to see, the security at lost and found hadn't heard anything about lost keys. Another half hour and lots of stressed-out race-walking through the building and a very helpful usher tracked them down at a random information desk. Whew. And then, HMPH.