I had been looking forward to hearing it after listening to my daughter practice it solo for weeks. Like every good mother in 2019, I pulled out my phone so I could video record it. As they started, the mom and grandmother on either side of my view pulled out their cameras, lifted them high in the air and blocked my view. Now I was recording other people's cameras recording the concert. They wiggled around every time I tried to move, so they were constantly interfering with this beautiful memory. I stuck with it, though, and recorded the whole thing. I'm not sure why.
After the applause, my husband leaned over and quipped, "What would Freddy Mercury have thought about that?" It wasn't exactly the energetic Queen version or head-banging inspiration like in Wayne's World. But it was still kinda cool, I thought.
On the drive home I asked my daughter, "Have you ever heard the original Bohemian Rhapsody on the radio?" She said no. I replied, "Oh, you've got to hear it!" She said, "I don't like it." Confused, I reminded her that she'd just said she'd never heard it before. She corrected me by explaining that I'd asked if she'd ever heard it on the radio. She hasn't heard it on the radio, but she's heard it on YouTube.
Boy, do I feel old!