Practice is fun

I've been given a piece of music for a marimba ensamble by my percussion teacher.  I and three other percussionists will accompany one of our friends in a song called Girlfriends Medley.  I've been really nervous since I've gotten it because although it's a piece within my skill range, I'll be performing with a higher caliber of people than I'm used to, and to add more pressure the final performance will be filmed and sent as an audition tape to colleges which the soloist is applying.  I've worked up a large chunk of the song to almost the right tempo but I walked into the final lesson terrified that my teacher would not be happy with what I had down.  Quite the contrary occurred, in fact, my teacher (who is one of the other three accompanists) hopped on another marimba to play his part while I played mine so I could see how I fit into the ensamble.  He even ended and said that he had some things to work on too in his part.  Hearing a new part that fit perfectly with what I had been practicing on my own the past two weeks felt awesome.  This reinvigorated me to practice even more for when I have even more parts going on around me.  And so we go.