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| Photo from MACC 2018 |
Our first rehearsal
after the Christmas break ends with a flash of lightening and a clap of
thunder, almost simultaneous, and just after Jeff has said, "I've worked you hard, haven't I?"
Yes, you have Jeff.
When we get out to
the car park the ground and our cars are covered in snow. We slip and slide our
way home. Some of our members who live far north of the city have not made it
to rehearsal. I don't blame them. I hate travelling in the snow.
Yesterday it tries
to snow all day. It finally manages to do it properly at about 3.00 p.m. Oh
dear. Great big flakes and it's now settling on the road. Then suddenly at 3.45
it stops and the sun comes out. We all get there and our rehearsal room is packed.
"Don't get
stressed because we're doing some parts over and over," says Jeff.
"That will lose
you five points," he says later.
He points out what
was wrong. We go through the song again.
"Better.
You've gone up five points."
We find the positions
where we're going to sing in in the competition.
"Here,"
I call to another female tenor.
"That's fine,"
she says later, "but we're right in front of Jeff."
I like that
though: you can see what he wants you to do and you get instant feedback on
what you're doing. "But that's good," I say.
Yes, I know the
words and the tune, and I can see the sheet music in my mind. But are my hands
in the right place? Is my mouth the right shape? Are those vowel sounds good? Will I be able to engage with the audience? Have I taken a deep enough breath?
Oh heck. You don't
half have to multi-task when you belong to a choir.
They've predicted
snow for Sunday. Get off. With that many
people singing, snow doesn't stand a chance.
We're a tad
nervous but mainly excited. It's going to be great meeting all of those other choirs
at both the concert on Saturday evening and the competition on Sunday.
See you there?
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