Choir was fun last night. I didn’t go last Monday, and I think it was a nice break for me. I felt refreshed and ready to take on the hardest songs.
The Cackler was there, doing her usual thing, but with a twist of honesty. Our choir director, Mr. F. noticed again that someone in our Soprano section was singing too sharp during a few songs. I’m not a perfect singer, but I was 95% sure he wasn’t talking about me. The sharpness was coming from behind me, in the general direction of the Cackler. She actually spoke up last night and said, “That might be me..” But Mr. F. was distracted by some other thing he wanted us to practice, and I don’t think he heard her.
Oh and Mr. F. had us ladies all to himself. He likes to separate us and have someone practice with the men in another part of the church, and have the women stay in the chapel and practice with someone else. It’s kind of nice, and I think it helps us a great deal. Usually he has his father practice with the women, but this time Mr. F. stayed with the women while his father took the guys.
We got a lot of practicing done, and he got us laughing a few times. He even said something wrong again like he has in the past. Not insulting wrong, but there’s a word in one song where there’s an “h” in front of it. He didn’t want us pronouncing the “h”. He said, “Less hoes, more ‘ohs.” And then as we giggled he grinned, shook his head and said, “Oh, you know what I mean.” I love that guy.
He let us go early because he wanted to hear some soloists. So I was able to get home and only miss five minutes of “The Closer”. It was a peaceful evening, good times!