On Saturday I played a concert. It was an excellent concert. I was playing with one of my favourite musicians – Genevieve Lang –  on harp. We were working with a group of wonderful, wonderful actors from a company called Sport For Jove. We’d spent a long time working on a program where the actors had chosen a piece of Shakespeare that would match to the music that Gen and I had proposed. The music was fabulous – lots of really different pieces that would make a great concert without the readings. But the music was made even better by there amazing deliveries by various actors that not only used the stage, but walked around the space, through the audience.

Have I painted a good enough picture yet? We’d done this program once before, so it was polished. We were in an amazing space in Katoomba. The sound was good. There were about 150 people there. I think you can understand how special the night was.

Before we started, one of the actors asked everyone to turn off their phones. I had then come out and repeated that. And as I was talking, someone’s phone went off. So I made a joke about it. So we’d well and truly reminded everyone. Three times. Thrice. Not one time. Not two times. But THREE TIMES.

About two-thirds into the concert off went the first phone. It threw the actor speaking, although they recovered really well. Then, within seconds the SECOND one went off. This time, it wasn’t just a ring. It also had the AI voice telling whoever the damn person who owned the phone the damn person calling. It threw me. My F sharp at the start of Mendelssohn’s ‘Song Without Words’ wasn’t well in tune. (And yes, I know I shouldn’t be thrown by this. But I am human.)

We got to the last piece. It was a beautiful moment, all about sleep. 7 of the 8 actors recited something about sleep from some moment in Shakespeare’s writing. Then Gen and I played the Aria from Bach’s ‘Goldberg’ variations. It’s HARD for me. The actors had spoken beautifully. We began really well.

You know what’s coming, don’t you? Yep. THE THIRD PHONE. By this stage I was angry. (I am pleased to say it didn’t affect my playing on the outside. But I was still angry.) I still am, a bit. Because we’d all worked really hard. We’d set up something for everyone to enjoy. To experience. And for the third time, someone wrecked it.

Now, I get that sometimes you are waiting for an important call. So sit at the back, with your phone on SILENT. And then leave the room before you answer it.

But don’t be this person who doesn’t turn off their phone. Because live moments get ruined. I’m not that important to leave my phone on. You’re probably not, either. And yes, you can tell me no-one died. It’s not that important. But performers work so hard to make things perfect for their audiences – to play the best they can. So it does become important. Don’t people come to live concerts to be transported? To be taken away from their life, and all the distractions? So – please – when you are asked by someone to turn your phone onto silent – DO IT. Or don’t come.