#choir practice

Please share this so we can grow our chorus 💜 Practice is on Wednesdays!

“Todd asked us once, how long we’d been together. Do you remember?”

“I do. I said that we had been together since the beginning, forever. Always. Why do you ask?”

“What was your first memory of us, that we didn’t make ourselves?”

“It’s nothing exciting, rather mundane really.”

“What was it? Tell me, please?”

Scriabin sighs, but can’t help giving in to the opportunity to tell a story.

“You were at church. Practicing a song you were to sing that Sunday with the choir. Granma was so proud to see you up on the stage in those gaudy robes. I gotta admit, it was one of the few times I ever saw you do anything interesting. You took the whole affair way too seriously of course.”

“And what were you doing?”

“I-well what I always do Edgar. I was watching over you.” 

~(Mine own excerpt of piece in progress, but Scriabin is @zarla-s)

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate | Choir Practice

I suddenly, out of nowhere, got remad about something that happened like three years ago in my high school choir. I am a low alto, my choir director would have me help the guys section if they needed it. That being said, for some goddamn reason she decided that she would move me over to the soprano 1 part for one of our songs. I thought she was joking and I started laughing. After I realized she wasn’t joking I stared at her in horror. I stopped talking in my other classes just so I could save my voice while we sang that piece.

“Sopranos one of you is flat, try to fix it please.” I wonder the FUCK WHY!

You ask for your pitch. The pitch is played. You have the pitch. The song starts and you forget your pitch. You ask for your pitch.

The speaker is right behind you. The music turns on and you jump. The music is soft. Barely a sound.

You are singing the harmony. The song starts and your group is singing melody. You were only ever singing melody.

There are tryouts for a solo. The girl who gets up has the best voice you’ve ever heard. Everyone claps and she sits down. The next girl has the best voice you’ve ever heard.

The bass notes are so low you can hardly hear them. You turn to comment on it to your friend. They say that there are no bass singers. There never were.

Stop talking the director says. We sing the song. It stops and there is talking in the back of the room.