We've established that I am, at best, an uninspiring singer. The fact that I've been in a church choir almost my entire life doesn't not mean I have any special talent, other than being able to read music and make some sort of sound come out of my face.
|Nope, we don't look this good.|
Yeah, we're the old farts of the congregation.
So tonight at a mid week Lenten service (and I don't expect too many folks out there to understand exactly why my church has Wednesday night church during Lent. We just do.) the Adult Choir was to sing two songs.
Now, the ladies of the soprano section, of which I am one, tend to get colds...a lot. And we aren't very good at those really high notes. We can hit them, but them you better play something loud because the next sound you hear will be every single soprano coughing, gagging, or clearing their throat. The Hallelujah Chorus sounded like a consumption clinic when we sang it a few years ago.
The two songs we were to sing weren't that hard. It's Lent. Stuff is low key and quiet. We do really well with low key and quiet. Unfortunately for the sopranos, we once again were all sick. Oh, my cold just started, which means I'm in the runny nose, random nasal clog phase.
I loaded up on decongestants before the service and figured I would be able to stay clog free for the 56 minute service. Nope.
|Could somebody just make one|
of these for me? Please?
Yeah, about four minutes before our second song, that happened to me. BUT, my good friend...let's call her Alexis, who has sat next to me in choir for almost twenty years, got hit with a sneezing fit a minute before the song. Next to her, dear, sweet Rosie couldn't stop coughing. In the back row, well, let's just say those girls were attacked by phlegm in the throat.
We managed to get through the song...watery eyed, runny nosed, and coughing at the end of every phrase. But we did it.
|That's not a puddle. The sopranos just warmed up|