This year, our church is hosting the annual Festival of Choirs for the United Methodist Churches on the west side of Rochester. I thought about declining because of my health, but decided to try. If I wasn't able, I arranged plan "B" but it gave me a goal to work towards. I have picked and poked at trying to pull the event together. Information about the many pieces is scant and since I have not been involved for very long, I have to ask a million questions.
One thing I do know, I have not had enough time to make sure the music is comfortable for my own choir, much less six other choirs. I ask for a special rehearsal session, and everyone agrees to come this afternoon and work on the music. I am grateful for the time. In fact, I had thought we could also look at the soon upcoming Christmas cantata as well.
There are five pieces of music, and we have performed four of them in the past. That really only leaves one new piece to work on. We start with the familiar, but it has been awhile since we sang them, and I really want all the t's crossed and the i's dotted. We work hard, using various drills and patterns to keep us on track, to help us sing as a whole.
The time slips away. We at least get to work on the new piece, but the Christmas cantata will have to wait. I am encouraged, both because the choir is sounding better, and because I was up and active for six hours straight non-stop, and although a bit shaky and tired, it is not the absolute exhausted-going-to-bed-for-the-night kind of tired. Yeah! I am gaining. It feels good.
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