I was rather nervous about the whole thing, because even though I had worked up the music for the family sing at school, I hadn’t had the chance to go over the songs with my wife beforehand. Some of the music called for repeats that we didn’t take, some didn’t have any repeats, but we took them anyway, some needed to have intros improvised. There was certainly the potential for mischief, if not disaster.
My wife didn’t seem to take my concerns seriously. I tried to get her to commit to a song order, or to tell me how many times to play certain verses, to no avail. I became even more concerned that I would embarrass myself. Finally, with some exasperation, she said “Even if we screw it up completely, these are Alzheimer patients. They won’t remember it.”