Whatever made me think I could sing in a choir, they are so good - wonder if they noticed I wasn’t singing – seemed so simple when I phoned, didn’t realise it was so few people. I can’t sing like them – and he’s a bit scary isn’t he – well I’ll do the first term - can always leave then.
Halfway through second term now - shall I try the concert? – there’s a thought – don’t really know enough, he says it doesn’t matter – would the audience be able to tell the difference between a goldfish and a singer? – Wow, now that was a buzz - even not knowing most of the songs that … was … a …. buzz - everything seemed to come together- wow – wow, maybe I will try the summer school - might improve my singing you never know your luck!
Men? Oh I don’t know – will we lose our tenor parts? I do like the tenor parts – we’ll see – my goodness don’t they add a certain something to the sound – an extra coating.
I’m no nearer understanding his tones and semi tones or why male tenors sing different sounds to female tenors but hey - I don’t need to - just watch his hands and those fingers pointing to the notes high in the air, pushing them into position with such precision – rocking semitones- nestling crunchy notes together and all is clear – put lights on the end of his fingers and the whole tune would be dancing in the air.
Now when did we get to be so large? When did we grow so solid with sound? When did sound transform into such richness? like expensive elegant dark chocolate – just when did we get to be so good? When did I feel so at home here? it has only been a few months – no? Maybe longer, a couple of years? It’s never that long surely? never ten years!
. . . you’re having fun
with apologies to the purists!
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