choir concert

Hello Uncle Dave! No I didn't write the poem, it's the lyrics to
one of our choir songs. Thank you for the comment though!

Boring title, but there was a yellow stripe in the road for the better part of the day. So yesterday was the long awaited for choir concert. It started off as a very bad day. I barely survived the disastrous eight hour dress rehearsal in one piece - let me give you a few words that describe the morning: dehydration, fatigue, heat, and hunger. We won't go into any more detail there; let's just say that it was rather frustrating. It was one of those days when eating, sleeping and laughing did nothing for me at all. The shower did little more to improve things, especially as it had to be followed by a hair drying session and I absolutely loathe drying my hair.


I glanced around for the hundredth time to check my place in line.
"Josh, what time is it?" I asked for the hundredth time. Since I'd just
asked nine seconds ago I think I probably could've safely assumed
it was still 6:59. My exasperation with choir in general had been
replaced by the infamous performance jitters. Then suddenly I was
on stage and it had begun and that Thing inside me that was
born for the stage came alive and I never wanted it to end. I cried
just a little at the end because this was the last of choir for the year.
Two months and it had already ended. Because I worked so hard
to make friends and now I was losing them because I managed to
befriend mostly seniors and they're leaving and I felt like an idiot
for wanting everything to stay the same. *sniff*

Here are some pictures I took. I'll put in a few captions but you don't know any of these people so names won't help you! And before we start, let's all repeat this phrase together: "Jc_penny sucks at taking pictures." There. Now we can get on with it.


This one I will explain, as much as I understand about it. The choir people, it seems, have invented this game called The Blow Dart Game. Stephan I believe is the one who started it. Anyways, so you call a person's name, make eye contact, then point your fist at them and blow into it. You have thus "blow darted" them and they must fall dead to the floor until someone comes and pulls the dart out of their neck. Yes, you always hit them in the neck. The above picture is a blow darted Stephan being carried off the dance floor. I witnessed this for the first time at the concert dress rehearsal when one of the sopranos collapsed off the end of the riser. I thought she'd had a heart attack and I couldn't understand why the pianist suddenly let out a bark of laughter. I still don't understand.

Twins? Don't they look like it! Nope, Sarah (on the left) is 12 and Tabitha is 17!

this is our lovely choir director Mrs. V

this was our line dancing teacher Liz and the assistant instructor David

The choir leaves this Saturday for the much anticipated Tennessee tour. I wish I were going! $800 was a little stiff for a one week trip, though. John (the one in the blue shirt stuffing a cookie into his brother's mouth) told me he raised his $800 donating blood! Ohhhhh the thought terrifies me. Hehe.



oh yes, and we at last see the ousting of heather and jonathan