The weekend before last, we went to a homeschool convention in a town near Seattle, Washington. We had to drive for four hours so we got up around four o'clock. Perry, Aimee, and I took part in a chorale of 211 youth. Our director was very good and could hear the slightest off-tune note. He'd have us sing a note and hold it so he could hear if it fit right with the other parts. The night of the performance, we stood on risers that were built for 180, so we were kinda' squished, and some people had to stand on the stage in front of the risers. It was really hard to hold our music, so another girl and I worked out a system. I would hold the music folder and she and her friend would look over my shoulders. Then, when we had finished a song, I would hand it to her to hold. During practice, I kept dropping my music, so this was a good plan. We sang an arrangement of "Fairest Lord Jesus," "God So Loved the World," "The Heavens are Telling," and "Ain't that Good News."
We got changed into our black and white outfits during the lunch break because there wasn't going to be much time to change later. This turned out to be very wise because, later, in the small time frame between practice, rehearsal, and performance, there was a mad rush for the restrooms. Tons of chorale girls were doing their hair, changing their clothes, etc. (The boys took way less time getting ready!) One girl even brought a curling iron!
Anyway, we had a good time and glorified God.
