Our director, Mrs. Brumley, isn't exclusive to the Master Chorale. She's also been the director of a community choir called the South Texas Chorale for the past 20 years. Today was her farewell concert with that choir. Sadly, no director has stepped up to take her place, so this was also the farewell concert for the South Texas Chorale.
After TMEA, she made the announcement to us that she was leaving STC but made sure we knew she wasn't leaving our choir (she loves that job too much).
Today's concert was mainly Mozart's Requiem which is all in Latin and about a 40 minute work (and we learned it in about a month and still had to help STC though they'd been working with the requiem since January). It's similar to Handel's Messiah in that there are individual songs that make up the whole work, aren't usually performed in its entirety and have at least one very famous part. Apart from that, we opened with "Surely The Lord Is In This Place," then after the requiem, we did "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" and closed with our traditional benediction, "The Lord Bless You and Keep You," which had the STC and Mrs. Brumley in tears.
It was definitely special seeing Mrs. Brumley end her tenure with the STC and made me even more grateful to have her stay with us. It made me both dread and look forward to the next concert (April 17) where they'll recognize the graduating seniors (the boy and another friend). I'll definitely cry during "The Lord Bless You.." at that concert.
I had Tina record the hymns and the benediction from the balcony:
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
My night
Might have to raise your volume.
(And excuse the partial vocal cracks/pitchiness...he was the most nervous I've ever seen him...even more than singing in front of thousands at TMEA.)
(And excuse the partial vocal cracks/pitchiness...he was the most nervous I've ever seen him...even more than singing in front of thousands at TMEA.)
Thursday, March 24, 2011
A sign
I decided to not go to my one class today (my dark circles had bags and those bags had bags) so I slept in a little. It wasn't until my dad busted into my room, all nervous and holding his bow tie, needing me to help him with it that I realized it was dreaming...and it wasn't exactly my favorite dream. But boy, was it real!
I guess I and the rest of my friends, mostly choir people, were in San Antonio and staying at a hotel similar to the TMEA situation where we were all kind of "neighbors." There was a rumor going on in the dream that there were people being killed in the hotel but no body would be found, they'd just disappear. We didn't think anything of it until me and two other girls were walking down the hallway to our rooms and bumped into another girl from our group. She said hi to the two other girls but not to me. I thought it was weird but didn't question it until we got to a mirror that was on the wall next to the elevator. I could see perfect reflections of the two girls but mine was distorted, almost like I was transparent. I moved around to see if it was just a spot on the mirror or something but it wasn't. I knew I'd been killed somehow and was now just a ghost. No one knew I was there because they couldn't see me and I guess they thought I was somewhere else.
I just sat there, right where I was, and cried and cried. I mourned all the things I was to become and all the opportunities lost, the fact that I'd never graduate from college, never get married, be truly intimate with someone I loved, never have kids, etc. It just felt too soon, so much so that part of me denied the fact that I was dead. I decided to find my parents and my friends to tell them- if I could. How could they hear or talk to me if I wasn't visible, just a silent presence? For some reason, I never found my sisters but I found my parents. I tried talking in a whisper- I guess out of nervousness and being so emotional- and that didn't work; they didn't hear a thing. Then I tried talking louder, almost screaming and my mom heard me. She didn't know how to react when she heard me saying "Mom!" She knew it was me but didn't know where my voice was coming from. I suddenly felt like there was a time limit to how long I could communicate with her, so I just yelled "I love you." She smiled and kept doing whatever it was she was doing. My dad, who had been sitting and reading next to her, didn't hear a thing. For some reason, I exhaled through my mouth, blowing towards him like you do as you exercise. The small breath turned into a big gust of wind and I could see his collar flapping and his hair moving. It was like if I tried hard enough I could be responsible for a hurricane. I could tell he knew something- someONE- was trying to tell him something but my mom was sure to fill him in on what she'd heard. I left, feeling only just a little bit accomplished. I didn't want to even try to tell them the little more I knew because I didn't want to make them sad.
I kept walking down the hall to a room that ended up being a restaurant/bar in the hotel. I looked around to see if I knew anyone and only one face was familiar. Now, honestly, would you be surprised if I said it was the boy? I think not. So yeah, it was him. He was sitting there alone, eating something. I sat on the stool next to him and just looked at him. I was sad for anything that could have been but mostly that I'd never gotten up the courage to fully tell him everything. In that moment I had nothing more than admiration, respect and love for him. Then, as if in a movie, he looked to his right, where I was sitting and looked straight at me. I remembered that people couldn't see me anymore so I figured he was looking through and past where I was. But then he looked me straight in the eye and said "There you are!" like he'd been expecting me.
Then my dad busted into my room needing help with his bow tie and I woke up. I knew I didn't need any kind of dream dictionary or to question whether this dream had meaning to it. I don't know when or where, but I'm going to tell him. This is definitely a sign.
I guess I and the rest of my friends, mostly choir people, were in San Antonio and staying at a hotel similar to the TMEA situation where we were all kind of "neighbors." There was a rumor going on in the dream that there were people being killed in the hotel but no body would be found, they'd just disappear. We didn't think anything of it until me and two other girls were walking down the hallway to our rooms and bumped into another girl from our group. She said hi to the two other girls but not to me. I thought it was weird but didn't question it until we got to a mirror that was on the wall next to the elevator. I could see perfect reflections of the two girls but mine was distorted, almost like I was transparent. I moved around to see if it was just a spot on the mirror or something but it wasn't. I knew I'd been killed somehow and was now just a ghost. No one knew I was there because they couldn't see me and I guess they thought I was somewhere else.
I just sat there, right where I was, and cried and cried. I mourned all the things I was to become and all the opportunities lost, the fact that I'd never graduate from college, never get married, be truly intimate with someone I loved, never have kids, etc. It just felt too soon, so much so that part of me denied the fact that I was dead. I decided to find my parents and my friends to tell them- if I could. How could they hear or talk to me if I wasn't visible, just a silent presence? For some reason, I never found my sisters but I found my parents. I tried talking in a whisper- I guess out of nervousness and being so emotional- and that didn't work; they didn't hear a thing. Then I tried talking louder, almost screaming and my mom heard me. She didn't know how to react when she heard me saying "Mom!" She knew it was me but didn't know where my voice was coming from. I suddenly felt like there was a time limit to how long I could communicate with her, so I just yelled "I love you." She smiled and kept doing whatever it was she was doing. My dad, who had been sitting and reading next to her, didn't hear a thing. For some reason, I exhaled through my mouth, blowing towards him like you do as you exercise. The small breath turned into a big gust of wind and I could see his collar flapping and his hair moving. It was like if I tried hard enough I could be responsible for a hurricane. I could tell he knew something- someONE- was trying to tell him something but my mom was sure to fill him in on what she'd heard. I left, feeling only just a little bit accomplished. I didn't want to even try to tell them the little more I knew because I didn't want to make them sad.
I kept walking down the hall to a room that ended up being a restaurant/bar in the hotel. I looked around to see if I knew anyone and only one face was familiar. Now, honestly, would you be surprised if I said it was the boy? I think not. So yeah, it was him. He was sitting there alone, eating something. I sat on the stool next to him and just looked at him. I was sad for anything that could have been but mostly that I'd never gotten up the courage to fully tell him everything. In that moment I had nothing more than admiration, respect and love for him. Then, as if in a movie, he looked to his right, where I was sitting and looked straight at me. I remembered that people couldn't see me anymore so I figured he was looking through and past where I was. But then he looked me straight in the eye and said "There you are!" like he'd been expecting me.
Then my dad busted into my room needing help with his bow tie and I woke up. I knew I didn't need any kind of dream dictionary or to question whether this dream had meaning to it. I don't know when or where, but I'm going to tell him. This is definitely a sign.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Just for craps and giggles
Just about every time someone sees me doing my makeup, they ask "How do you do that?!" asking about my eyeliner. (*ahem*, Kim at the last convention) I've always said I'd keep an eye out for a good example or just show you all myself, so I finally found one.
I'll probably eventually get my YT account up and running and show you myself for real but this is almost exactly how I do it. This is almost exactly the way I do my whole face (other than the lashes...those are just for special occasions).
I'll probably eventually get my YT account up and running and show you myself for real but this is almost exactly how I do it. This is almost exactly the way I do my whole face (other than the lashes...those are just for special occasions).
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
A month later
Think of this as the sequel to my last post.
It's almost a month exactly from our TMEA concert and we're still getting letters, e-mails and huge compliments. Our director is still riding the high and so are we. She told us about how she went to Houston to clinic a choir there and as soon as she got off the plane, her friend and another choir director gushed about the concert before even saying hello. Apparently we were the talk of the convention.
Some of you (*ahem* Kim) were asking about a video of the actual performance and this is the best I can do as of now. We ordered CD/DVDs of the actual performance but those won't be in until next month at the earliest. There are no Youtube videos of the performance as TMEA has a strict copyright rule against taking video during performances.
The following videos were made by the media team that tagged along with us on our trip. They're in order as you'll see. Some of the videos show us singing, so it's a taste of the DVD I'll eventually get. (Mallows, should I bring the DVD to the conv.? Is that dumb? haha)
...oh, and I cut my hair...again.
It's almost a month exactly from our TMEA concert and we're still getting letters, e-mails and huge compliments. Our director is still riding the high and so are we. She told us about how she went to Houston to clinic a choir there and as soon as she got off the plane, her friend and another choir director gushed about the concert before even saying hello. Apparently we were the talk of the convention.
Some of you (*ahem* Kim) were asking about a video of the actual performance and this is the best I can do as of now. We ordered CD/DVDs of the actual performance but those won't be in until next month at the earliest. There are no Youtube videos of the performance as TMEA has a strict copyright rule against taking video during performances.
The following videos were made by the media team that tagged along with us on our trip. They're in order as you'll see. Some of the videos show us singing, so it's a taste of the DVD I'll eventually get. (Mallows, should I bring the DVD to the conv.? Is that dumb? haha)
...oh, and I cut my hair...again.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Time of my life
I can't believe it's been almost a week since our big concert in San Antonio. (And I can't believe I start every frickin post with "I can't belive.."!)
Around this time last week, we were having dinner in our hotel rooms and laying low, not wanting to risk being out in the cold air the night before our concert. Our director, Mrs. Brumley (Brum, for short...only we NEVER call her that to her face) said we could only go out if we had to, grab a quick something to go for dinner and stay in. The wind chill was in the 20s and definitely no condition for vocalists.
Let me backtrack, though.
Day 1, Tuesday - I woke up around 4:30 am, the butt crack of dawn. I showered, got ready and did some last minute packing. I went over the list of things I'd need and Ana and I had everything- all 8 bags worth of things. Before you judge me, know that for one, I'm an over-packer...yeah, alright, most girls do it. Secondly, we had to make sure we had not only nice school clothes for every day wear, all girly toiletries, "feminine products" since I'd frickin gotten my period the day before we left, our formal concert attire, our casual concert attire, coats, jackets, scarves and then we chose to bring a little ice chest for snacks and breakfast so we could sleep in and not have to spend money on breakfast (totally worked out for me; I saved $60!)
So off we went to school, outside of the Arts Center where two charter busses were waiting. We loaded our luggage into the compartments on the lower level of the bus and took the rest of our stuff with us on the bus- our garment bag with both sets of uniforms, jackets, coats, the ice chest and our usual purses. We traveled for a while, about 3.5 hours until we got to Corpus Christi, where we were to perform a recruitment concert at Del Mar College- a junior college- for their music students. It wasn't a big audience but the acoustics were completely dead, so it ended up being a good experience and rehearsal for us. We had to learn to adjust to any setting, especially since we didn't know how we'd sound in the ballroom we were to have the big concert in on Thursday. We performed our entire concert for the small group of students that showed and they just ate it up. We knew they hadn't expected much from a school they'd never heard of before. They especially didn't expect a choir of 57.
After the concert, we changed and drove to a mall within the city for lunch and some light shopping. Brum said we shouldn't shop but since she'd given us 2.5 hours for lunch, what else were we supposed to do after we were done eating? Luckily it wasn't a huge mall or an outdoor mall, so there wasn't a chance of getting lost or anything like that. Once we were done there, we got back on the bus and watched the first half of the second season of Glee all the way to San Antonio. We arrived at the hotel, The St. Anthony about 3 hours later. Once we'd had a chance to settle in, we decided to find some dinner. A group of us decided to explore the street our hotel was on and found a little deli/sandwich shop next to a Walgreen's, where I did some light girly shopping (*giggle*). Once our orders were ready, we all sat down in the restaurant to watch the new episode of Glee, which was...interesting. Of course, I somehow ended up sitting next to the boy, watching the Valentine's Day episode. I had to listen to him talk about how hot Santana is/was. *eyeroll* haha!
After getting back to the hotel, some girls wanted to do their nails and asked if I had brought nail polish remover. DUH. We ended up with 8 people in our room, some doing nails, some just talking and hanging out. The boys came over, too. We were super hyper. I guess it was just lack of sleep but we were silly to the max. As I had unpacked and was on my period, I'd brought some of those hideous huge, jumbo, overnight pads that almost literally go from the bellybutton to the middle of the back. I'd left them on the side of the tub next to the toilet and as the boy was going into the restroom to grab something, he freaked out and demanded to know why we had tub pillows and his room didn't. I died laughing. So much so that I couldn't explain what they were. He ran out of the bathroom to tell the others and the other girls died of laughter, too. He really didn't know that they weren't pillows until we stopped laughing. Soon after, he and another guy friend had a race to see who could unscrew one of the posts from the bed the fastest and who could use said post into the most "costume" items. Unicorns, "happy" boy, jousting polls, you name it.
Day 2, Wednesday - I woke up to my alarm clock ringing around 8 am. We were supposed to be in the lobby at 10 to head over to a local high school for another recruitment concert/"formal" rehearsal. As I showered and started to get ready, my phone rang with a text. "You up?" from the boy. "Yeah." "I'm on my way." He and Gilbert were staying just a few doors down the hall. Within a couple minutes, the doorbell rang (yes, a doorbell! fancy-ass hotel). Ana was still in bed and I was in clean pj's, wet hair and no makeup on. I answered the door and did my best to cover up my lack of bra but then again, he's seen me like that before. Oh well. He had a sleepy, puffy smile on and waltzed right in, "Can I borrow some toothpaste?" Of course he didn't bother bringing his own...but he couldn't use Gilbert's? I still don't understand that. This would become a daily occurrence. We talked a little as I blew my hair dry and he brushed his teeth. That felt normal, for some reason, like we always do that. Anyway, he left after he was done and once Ana and I were ready, met everyone in the lobby and off to the HS we went. This time, our audience was students, but they weren't only from that HS, but from other schools close by. We omitted two songs from the concert order for that performance because Brum thought they were too taxing on our voices so close to the big concert. She said not to give it 100%, not even 90%. THAT was Thursday. Once it was over, the kids gave us a standing ovation. A boy in the front row started it; he looked so inspired and in awe. It was amazing.
Around this time last week, we were having dinner in our hotel rooms and laying low, not wanting to risk being out in the cold air the night before our concert. Our director, Mrs. Brumley (Brum, for short...only we NEVER call her that to her face) said we could only go out if we had to, grab a quick something to go for dinner and stay in. The wind chill was in the 20s and definitely no condition for vocalists.
Let me backtrack, though.
Day 1, Tuesday - I woke up around 4:30 am, the butt crack of dawn. I showered, got ready and did some last minute packing. I went over the list of things I'd need and Ana and I had everything- all 8 bags worth of things. Before you judge me, know that for one, I'm an over-packer...yeah, alright, most girls do it. Secondly, we had to make sure we had not only nice school clothes for every day wear, all girly toiletries, "feminine products" since I'd frickin gotten my period the day before we left, our formal concert attire, our casual concert attire, coats, jackets, scarves and then we chose to bring a little ice chest for snacks and breakfast so we could sleep in and not have to spend money on breakfast (totally worked out for me; I saved $60!)
So off we went to school, outside of the Arts Center where two charter busses were waiting. We loaded our luggage into the compartments on the lower level of the bus and took the rest of our stuff with us on the bus- our garment bag with both sets of uniforms, jackets, coats, the ice chest and our usual purses. We traveled for a while, about 3.5 hours until we got to Corpus Christi, where we were to perform a recruitment concert at Del Mar College- a junior college- for their music students. It wasn't a big audience but the acoustics were completely dead, so it ended up being a good experience and rehearsal for us. We had to learn to adjust to any setting, especially since we didn't know how we'd sound in the ballroom we were to have the big concert in on Thursday. We performed our entire concert for the small group of students that showed and they just ate it up. We knew they hadn't expected much from a school they'd never heard of before. They especially didn't expect a choir of 57.
After the concert, we changed and drove to a mall within the city for lunch and some light shopping. Brum said we shouldn't shop but since she'd given us 2.5 hours for lunch, what else were we supposed to do after we were done eating? Luckily it wasn't a huge mall or an outdoor mall, so there wasn't a chance of getting lost or anything like that. Once we were done there, we got back on the bus and watched the first half of the second season of Glee all the way to San Antonio. We arrived at the hotel, The St. Anthony about 3 hours later. Once we'd had a chance to settle in, we decided to find some dinner. A group of us decided to explore the street our hotel was on and found a little deli/sandwich shop next to a Walgreen's, where I did some light girly shopping (*giggle*). Once our orders were ready, we all sat down in the restaurant to watch the new episode of Glee, which was...interesting. Of course, I somehow ended up sitting next to the boy, watching the Valentine's Day episode. I had to listen to him talk about how hot Santana is/was. *eyeroll* haha!
After getting back to the hotel, some girls wanted to do their nails and asked if I had brought nail polish remover. DUH. We ended up with 8 people in our room, some doing nails, some just talking and hanging out. The boys came over, too. We were super hyper. I guess it was just lack of sleep but we were silly to the max. As I had unpacked and was on my period, I'd brought some of those hideous huge, jumbo, overnight pads that almost literally go from the bellybutton to the middle of the back. I'd left them on the side of the tub next to the toilet and as the boy was going into the restroom to grab something, he freaked out and demanded to know why we had tub pillows and his room didn't. I died laughing. So much so that I couldn't explain what they were. He ran out of the bathroom to tell the others and the other girls died of laughter, too. He really didn't know that they weren't pillows until we stopped laughing. Soon after, he and another guy friend had a race to see who could unscrew one of the posts from the bed the fastest and who could use said post into the most "costume" items. Unicorns, "happy" boy, jousting polls, you name it.
Day 2, Wednesday - I woke up to my alarm clock ringing around 8 am. We were supposed to be in the lobby at 10 to head over to a local high school for another recruitment concert/"formal" rehearsal. As I showered and started to get ready, my phone rang with a text. "You up?" from the boy. "Yeah." "I'm on my way." He and Gilbert were staying just a few doors down the hall. Within a couple minutes, the doorbell rang (yes, a doorbell! fancy-ass hotel). Ana was still in bed and I was in clean pj's, wet hair and no makeup on. I answered the door and did my best to cover up my lack of bra but then again, he's seen me like that before. Oh well. He had a sleepy, puffy smile on and waltzed right in, "Can I borrow some toothpaste?" Of course he didn't bother bringing his own...but he couldn't use Gilbert's? I still don't understand that. This would become a daily occurrence. We talked a little as I blew my hair dry and he brushed his teeth. That felt normal, for some reason, like we always do that. Anyway, he left after he was done and once Ana and I were ready, met everyone in the lobby and off to the HS we went. This time, our audience was students, but they weren't only from that HS, but from other schools close by. We omitted two songs from the concert order for that performance because Brum thought they were too taxing on our voices so close to the big concert. She said not to give it 100%, not even 90%. THAT was Thursday. Once it was over, the kids gave us a standing ovation. A boy in the front row started it; he looked so inspired and in awe. It was amazing.
After we left the HS, we changed on the bus and went to a mall called North Star Mall. We were supposed to go to a higher end mall but since that's an outdoor mall and it was still in the 20s, Brum decided against it. I knew going to North Star would mean dropping some bucks since they have both a MAC and Sephora. MAC left me underwhelmed but Sephora got some nice business from me. One of the salesmen was impressed with how much I knew about the different products and laughed when I said I learned everything I knew from Youtube.
Later that night, we changed into our nice clothes for the TMEA President's Concert featuring The Swingle Singers. They're a completely a cappella group and are AMAZING. The funny thing was that one member looked JUST like the boy. He had the same mannerisms and everything. It was almost creepy. See if you can spot him in the vid!
Getting to the concert, however was somewhat of a challenge. Something happened to me, along with 10 other choir members and two hotel guests. We packed an elevator with 13 people on the way down to meet everyone in the lobby before the Swingle Singers' concert. Just as it was about to reach the lobby, the elevator just stopped. We'd heard that that had happened to some other people who were staying at the hotel but they said it started working again after a minute. So we waited and then started pushing buttons and one of the girls called Brum. None of the buttons worked and Brum didn't answer. Eff. Finally, we called Gilbert and he told the people behind the reception desk what had happened. He'd completely lucked out as he was going to get into the same elevator but decided to wait for the boy instead. Suddenly, we heard voices and I recognized it. It was the boy asking if we were okay. He said the engineer was there, trying to get us out. They kept asking what floor we were on but we couldn't tell since the lit numbers signaling the floor levels weren't on at all. Finally, they were able to open the doors and we just had to step up about 2 feet and we were free...much to the excitement of everyone, especially the two hotel guests.
At the concert, Ana and I sat in front of Brum and her husband and we chatted most of the time before the concert started. She was all excited because a few days prior, her first grandchild had been born; she squealed over new pictures and everything. She wanted to go see the baby girl right away but her son insisted that she stay and prepare her choir. He's a band director, so he understood completely.
After we got back to the hotel, a few of us ordered pizza and all gathered in another set of sisters' room (there are three sets of sisters in Master Chorale). This was the night Brum INSISTED that we not go out unless we had to, so we stayed in. Gilbert and the boy did their own thing; I think they went out with some other people from choir but ended up having a crappy time. They said the should've stayed with us. Ha!
Day 3, Thursday - Again, the morning routine, the boy asking for toothpaste and all. It was finally concert day but first, we had a rehearsal at First Baptist Church San Antonio since every ballroom in the convention center was booked. Plus, Brum wanted a somewhat private rehearsal as the composer to our big, "cutting-edge" piece had flown in the night before to be there for our concert. Mark Adamo rode the bus with us to the church and heard us warm up and perform his composition. I was nervous to see his reaction; he could've been snooty and said "no, no, all wrong" but he didn't. As soon as we'd finished, he giggle and jumped up and down. He had very minor suggestions but said we'd captured the spirit of the piece and everything he wanted to emphasize while composing it.
Mark Adamo was nice enough to take pictures with each one of us and sign our scores. We always have to turn our music in when we're done with it, but Brum said we could keep this one song. :)
We got back on the bus and back to the hotel for a little buffer time before our soundcheck in the ballroom where the concert was to be held. I took advantage of the time; I did my hair and helped another girl with her makeup. The boy helped Ana do her hair; that took longer than it did for me to do my hair, makeup and help the other girl. Then we had our soundcheck. A few people were around, some of Brum's friends and directors at other universities around Texas but there definitely wasn't a crowd. We started the opener, Man singet mit Freuden vom Seig by Bach and the lady who was presenting our choir literally dropped her jaw. She tossed the f word, FABULOUS, around said we were definitely ready for the concert. The room was very live, meaning that sound traveled very well; it was just like singing in the concert hall back home. We were surprised since the room is carpeted but it still sounded amazing. We were totally going to kick ass.
After, we returned to the hotel to get into our formal attire. I threw my pearl jewelry set on- part of the girls' uniform- and my dress, grabbed my music and I was out the door. We all loaded the busses for the concert of our lives. Brum led us to a holding room where she introduced the chair of the music department, Dr. Urbis and the provost, Dr. Artebesis. They both spoke to us about how we've put the school on the map and have brought recognition to the school, more than any other organization on campus. Then, the head of campus media spoke about Mark Adamo and presented him with a framed picture of the Master Chorale, thanking him for devoting his time to his passion and for flying down just for our concert. He was very grateful and almost cried. Super cute. All the girls wanted him for their gay best friend. Haha!
We waited about an hour, warmed up a little bit and then we were walked the back way to an entrance and then directly onto the stage. As I stood right next to the boy, I talked to him a little on the way about how I was nervous and stuff. He said he was even more nervous for this than all four years of HS as he'd made all-state those four years. This was on a whole different level. As we waited to walk on stage, I wiggled my fingers behind my back as to say "OMG!" to him, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. It wasn't a full cupped hands thing or anything, but it was something. :)
As I walked onto the risers and looked at the audience, I looked for my family. Earlier, my mom had called and said she wouldn't be able to go because the lady that was supposed to take care of my grandma had backed out last minute and she couldn't find anyone else. I saw my dad, my sister, Joyce, even my uncle and aunt who live in SA...and then she waved. My mom had driven up last minute just for the concert. This would've been the first concert of ours she'd miss. I almost cried then and there but held it in and concentrated on other faces in the crowd. I picked out my former choir directors, UTB administrators and professors and some friends of my dad's. Soon, Brum walked on to the stage and the piano started. I could tell our accompanist was nervous as he clunked the opening notes and Brum looked at him out of the corner of her eye. But soon, the basses came in, then the tenors, and then us altos and then the sopranos. We sang the snot out of the Bach and the audience roared with applause.
The rest of the concert went on with little to no hitches. I made sure I wasn't on auto pilot and thought about everything we'd talked about in rehearsal. I remembered what Brum said before we finished rehearsal at the church earlier, "All my adult life I'd dreamed about a certain choir. This is that choir. Thank you." I think all we wanted, more than anything else, was to make her proud and to make every stressful moment well worth the trouble.
When the last chord of the last song was sung, the audience jumped to their feet and applauded for minutes. It was overwhelming. I'd never seen Brum so proud.
We walked off stage and talked with the audience for a while. After, we loaded the busses, changed again and were off to Mi Tierra, a Mexican restaurant we've taken Malorie to before. It's seriously Mexico on crack. We immediately ordered up some jumbo margaritas in celebration and our meals. After a few sips, some of us were a little...happy. Nothing serious, just happy. Brum got up and suggested we sing the Alma Mater and The Lord Bless You and Keep You. We usually finish concerts with the later song but didn't for TMEA. It would've been a crime to not sing it that night at all. So she stood up on her chair and directed both songs. The other people at tables around us applauded after and wanted more. One of the ladies sitting with Brum got a call from the president of the university and apologized for not being able to be there; she was in Austin, fighting for UTB funding. We sang the Alma Mater again for her. Later she said in a text to Brum that it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever
heard and it made her cry.
It was an amazing night.
Day 4, Friday - Usual morning routine, breakfast on our own (for us, in our room), the boy came for toothpaste and all. That day, we were the demonstration choir for a workshop being held for the convention. It was a workshop on voicing a choir according to the timbre and tone of each voice to make a section and therefore a choir sound its best. Brum wanted us in our formal uniforms again, so that meant full hair and makeup, too. It wasn't a big deal but the guy who was giving the workshop made a big deal of our concert the night before and raved for a while.
We had the afternoon and evening off, so my parents leant us the suburban so we could drive to another mall, the mall we were supposed to go to earlier in the week. And boy, did we pack that car full! The boy drove since he's used to SA's crazy roads, Gilbert was in the passenger seat, I was behind him, and then we had 2 people in my row and then 4 people in the back row. Once we got there, Ana and the two other girls that went headed off to Forever 21, Gilbert walked around with 2 guys, Eddie and Peter and I went off with the boy and another friend, Anthony. That was when I tweeted that thing about the boy trying on pants..yeah, that was interesting. I think we really bonded that day; he told me about some plans he had for the future, possibly getting another bachelors, in music and asked if I would move to Houston or Dallas. I'm not sure if he meant with him or not. I wish we'd had more time to talk like that.
Once 7 rolled around, we started heading back. The other college choir was performing that night and we wanted to see what they were doing. Once we got there, their programs were kinda ghetto and very plain, their first few songs were boring as all heck but they did it well (but with no heart) and all by memory. Brum was in the audience, too. Later she said she didn't think we'd taken a back seat to them at all. WOO!
After, we headed over to the UTB alumni reunion. It was a small room and the Master Chorale filled up about half of the room alone. They had asked us to sing the Alma Mater and The Lord Bless You. That room ended up being very live, too and since it was itsy, we sounded monstrous. They wanted more, so we ended up doing 2 of the a cappella pieces that were also crowd pleasers for them, too- Softly and Tenderly/Sinner Man. (<-- I dunno of that link will work...hopefully! If it does, turn up the volume..that's how we sounded.)
When we were finished, we were free for the night. The boy and some friends wanted to go to a club but I wasn't feeling it, so I ended up going with some other friends to a restaurant on the River Walk for some food and drinks. BTW, watermelon margaritas are AMAZING.
That night, we all ended up on the roof of the hotel. The 10th floor had a party space/balcony that any guest it allowed to use. It was cold so eventually, I ended up inside with a friend and had a heart to heart with her. She asked me if I liked the boy, and I just spilled. She thought it was super cute and is now convinced we're the perfect couple. I didn't want to argue. :)
Day 5, Saturday - It was our last day at TMEA and I was sad it was all over.
Brum wanted us to meet in the lobby of the hotel for a last meeting and then we were free to roam until 1:30 when the busses would roll. She was our mom on this trip (sometimes we even called her "Mom.") so that day was no exception. She made sure everyone had checked out and put our bags in their designated area. She'd had a list of the people who weren't checked out yet- one person. Some guy from choir hadn't not only checked out but hadn't shown up all night. People started to freak when we'd waited longer than 30 min. His roommate even started crying. Brum sent out another boy to the bars around to ask if they'd seen him. One of the missing boy's friends said they had heard he met a guy at a bar and went to his house. They hadn't heard from him since and his phone was dead when they'd tried calling. Literally 5 minutes after people started freaking, he waltzed into the hotel lobby with a huge smile on his face. The boy tells Brum that he showed up and she called him over. To say she had a classic mom moment is an understatement. I'd never seen her talk to anyone like that before, she completely chewed him out in front of the whole choir and anyone else in the lobby. Once that was over, she took a deep breath and said goodbye to everyone. She wasn't going home with us, but flying to Dallas to see her grand baby. She hugged me goodbye, as she did with a few other people, including the boy, who held the hug for a little longer than everyone else. When they pulled away, they were both teary-eyed. Later, he said that she said she was sad that it had been their last trip together. :(
As we left the lobby to go find lunch and visit the TMEA exhibits, I suddenly felt all the emotions from over the course of the week and the stress of everything come over me at once and I couldn't help but tear up. Then I thought about the talk I'd had the night before about the boy, and how I still hadn't/haven't told him and I got more emotional. I got to the point where I was embarrassed to be seen sobbing lightly around my friends and the boy and I stopped walking. Ana noticed and stopped everyone. I could't and didn't want to explain everything to her then and there, so I told her I'd explain later but then the boy came over and with the most concerned look in his eyes (I think this was the first time he'd seen me cry), he asked me what was wrong. I said "nothing" but he didn't believe me. Smart boy. It would've been an amazing moment to tell him, but we were literally on a street and around people I'm not really close to.
The rest of the day went on, kind of boring-ly. We were all sad to leave and get back to reality. The boy had to get back to work, I had to write a 10 page paper, etc.
Looking back, I know I'll never forget this experience. It was seriously one of the best moments of my life, standing up in front of thousands of fellow musicians and being applauded for hard work well done. I feel like I grew up a little on this trip, having to look out for myself and my sister and not being afraid to show emotion... to a certain extent. I'd never been so grateful to be in such an amazing organization.
Keren
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Ready as I'll ever be
I've done the last runs to the grocery store, done all 20 of my nails, got my fake hair ready, made a list of things I need to pack last minute; I can't believe it's finally here!
Tuesday, I'll be leaving with the choir to the biggest music convention/festival in the world. And I'm not exaggerating with the "in the world" part. I think I've talked about this convention here before but if you didn't know, every year the Texas Music Educators Association (TMEA) convention committee chooses 2 high school honor choirs in a blind audition and does the same for college choirs. They're known for picking amazing choirs- people come from all over to hear those concerts, crowds of 3,000+ people! Up until this year, no college choir from anywhere south of San Antonio had been chosen to perform.
When our director told us this past summer that we'd been asked to be one of the college honor choirs, I was amazed, excited and scared out of my pants. I've been going to theses conventions since before I could walk or talk, tagging along with my dad as he's a member of TMEA. This will probably be my 18th or so time going, more than any other member of the choir, possibly more than one of the assistant directors. Weird, right?
This TMEA experience will be different than any other year. I won't be in the audience; I'll be performing. It gives me goose bumps to think about all the years I was in the audience and wanted to be part of a choir or band, to know what it would be like to perform for so many people, to know what was going through their head. Now I'll know. Sometimes I just want to cry, knowing how hard works pays off in big ways, how things happen for a reason and how God works in mysterious ways. It sounds almost dumb to be so thankful to be part of an honor group, but I am. It's always been one of my "silent" goals as I never even knew it'd been a goal, myself.
Our city's even taking notice. At our pre-TMEA concert this past Friday, we had a huge turn-out. Even with the weather being even more wacky than usual (ice and in the 20s...VERY rare for us), there were 300-400 people in the audience. Plus, we were in the local newspaper(s)!
Here's a link, if you haven't seen it on FB/Twitter yet.
Wish us luck!! This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment!
Keren
Tuesday, I'll be leaving with the choir to the biggest music convention/festival in the world. And I'm not exaggerating with the "in the world" part. I think I've talked about this convention here before but if you didn't know, every year the Texas Music Educators Association (TMEA) convention committee chooses 2 high school honor choirs in a blind audition and does the same for college choirs. They're known for picking amazing choirs- people come from all over to hear those concerts, crowds of 3,000+ people! Up until this year, no college choir from anywhere south of San Antonio had been chosen to perform.
When our director told us this past summer that we'd been asked to be one of the college honor choirs, I was amazed, excited and scared out of my pants. I've been going to theses conventions since before I could walk or talk, tagging along with my dad as he's a member of TMEA. This will probably be my 18th or so time going, more than any other member of the choir, possibly more than one of the assistant directors. Weird, right?
This TMEA experience will be different than any other year. I won't be in the audience; I'll be performing. It gives me goose bumps to think about all the years I was in the audience and wanted to be part of a choir or band, to know what it would be like to perform for so many people, to know what was going through their head. Now I'll know. Sometimes I just want to cry, knowing how hard works pays off in big ways, how things happen for a reason and how God works in mysterious ways. It sounds almost dumb to be so thankful to be part of an honor group, but I am. It's always been one of my "silent" goals as I never even knew it'd been a goal, myself.
Our city's even taking notice. At our pre-TMEA concert this past Friday, we had a huge turn-out. Even with the weather being even more wacky than usual (ice and in the 20s...VERY rare for us), there were 300-400 people in the audience. Plus, we were in the local newspaper(s)!
Here's a link, if you haven't seen it on FB/Twitter yet.
Wish us luck!! This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment!
Keren
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