Or ... I Can't Sing, Are You Listening?
By C.L. Beck
I never felt nervous in high school choir performances. And this time, I'm not nervous either. Petrified is a better word.
Most of the people in the choir have musical training. Our director has a graduate degree. No, not like Dustin Hoffman in "The Graduate." More like a graduate degree in music from a major university. Plus, he toured with an internationally famous singing group.
Still, I don't let it get to me. After all, just because some people have performed in the Tabernacle Choir, that doesn't mean anything,
then there's me. Hardly no musical training. Average voice. I sit there
muttering, "Every good boy does fine" to figure out the notes and by the
time I figure out the first two, the choir director's on to the
He keeps saying consoling words to us. It could be
my natural paranoia, but it seems like he's directing them at me ... "I
hear some mistakes (looks pointedly at me), but it's okay. There are a few people
missing now, who will be here for the performance, and it'll make a big difference when they come."
I'm thinking he's found some way to get Pavarotti and Caruso into the choir.
But ... since they're both dead, maybe we don't really want them showing up? At least, I don't.
And then there's my propensity to end a song too soon. Or to come in when
the men are supposed to sing and the women are supposed to be quiet.
But worst of all, there are the times when the director indicates we should all stand and my
skirt gets caught on the folding seat. I try to stand up, and fall
forward instead. There I lean, hanging on by my skirt, narrowly avoiding a face plant, my nose a mere two inches from the floor.
If you believe in the power of pray, please pray that on the night of the performance my voice won't crack and my skirt won't catch. If you don't believe in the power of prayer, pray I'll catch the stomach flu and have to stay home.
Still, I'm an optimist. Looking on the bright side -- if all my fears come true, there is one consolation. It'll give me fodder for next month's newspaper column.
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The Tabernacle Choir © C.L. (Cindy Lynn) Beck, Image © spider ara
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