Being in 5th grade, you have limited choices on what you can do. Joining chorus was one of them. You can either do band and chorus, or chorus and orchestra. Or any of them alone. I chose chorus and orchestra.
Well, chorus means singing, and I’m not able to hit high notes. Of course, with all the luck I draw, thats usually all the notes we hit. Luck, luck, luck. I seriously think that I have a little devil on my shoulder waiting to ruin me.
Chorus would meet every Thursday right after lunch. We would then practice our songs for the upcoming concert. Usually we would have five songs a day. After those five songs we were then dismissed for recess.
Well, one day, I was in chorus, and practicing a song with my group. The ending consisted in very high notes, which of course, I couldn’t hit. And my chorus teacher knew someone in that room (she didn’t know it was me), couldn’t hit them, either. She was growing more and more frusterated, and kept making us sing the same high notes over and over. The kids in my chorus group were starting to look around, to see who was not singing the notes right. My face grew hot, because, of course, it was me. And, of course, no one knew that.
By the nineth time around, I decided to mouth the words. When I did, my chorus teacher smiled with delight and said “Perfect! Lets move on…”.
From that moment on, I realized that little devil on my shoulder had a friend, and they were determined to make this one loooooooooooong chorus year.
For the rest of that year, I mouthed those last few notes to that song. Even in the concert, I did. And the chorus teacher continued to be very happy with those few last notes.
November 8, 2009 at 12:08 am |