At the end of the year, after all our recitals were over, we needed something to do. Mz Tucker dug around in the closet from the old music the last teacher had left there. She found a 27 min. medly of songs from Les Mis.
It was a long peice with a lot of hard parts, but she thought we could handle it. But we did more than that.
We fell in love with it!
The next year, in 8th grade choir, we begged her to let us try to learn more of that Les Mis medly, so we could perform it that year. After a week or two, our begging paid off.
We went into great detail on learning the parts, and we didn’t sound half bad.
At the concert, we were so excited.
We were nervous, and worried the crowd would leave since it’s such a long peice. It ended up that WE had to leave midway through the song…
There’s this really weird guy in the choir( one of the only 2 dudes), who nobody really liked to start with.
Halfway through the song, he starts wiggling around like a little kid that needs to go to the bathroom but would rather hold it. All of a sudden we hear a mass of girls SCREAMING and GAGGING noises.
The dude HURLED all over them.
I’m not kidding.
It was soo nasty. He blew chunks all over their hair and robes.
It was totally unexcusable though, because
HE was standing at the vvery end of the very back row.
He could have walked off stage with nobody knowing or
even turned his head a mere 90 degrees.
That wouldn’t have been too hard.
But no, the dork has to cover them in his supper. How lovely.
What made me the maddest was me and my friend Brittany were in the soprano section. At the end of the song, there’s this high note about 4 or 5 lines above the treble staff. For our group, that was a bit of a reach. No-one wanted to do it, let alone hear someone else do it.
No-one else but me and Brittany.
We thought it was so much fun. It was our favorite part of the whole song. Everytime we sang, towards the end, we’d nudge each other and grin and be all excited. Everyone hated us doing that high note but we loved it.
And thanks to whats-his-face in the choir no-one but our classmates ever got to hear our high note.
Well, actually, they did. But the story about the CD i’ll save for next time…
