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Friday, November 17, 2006: "Can't help. I started out [in Choir in general] as an Alto."
And, to that, my SL responded, "You sound like an Alto." Really, now? Soprano range and Alto tone. Hmm, guess I need to modify things a bit.
Let's start in chronological order.
I went to school and the first thing I did was to check my stream. Nice; I got the stream of my FIRST choice! Lovely, lovely, lovely. I wonder who the Literature teacher will be. I'm hoping to get Mr. Sourberry; I want to get a taste of his teaching style.
For a start to the Choir practice session, we (the Cedar Choristers) sang in the school foyer today before discussing Choir Barbecue Outing details and... [Aboriginal piece] auditions. The auditioning started out as auditions (for the first [number of?] groups; I was in the second), but then the leaders decided on intensive one-on-one training for the rest. I'm not sure if I passed or not, but I certainly hope my orange lizard beanie toy brought me some luck (and I reckon it might have). For one-on-one training, I became Elizabeth's assistant because a certain Leo wasn't around (and I won't reveal the second reason because I don't want to be thought of as cocky).
After the one-on-one training, Stephanie asked what the word "tone" meant, and, in answer, Liz decided to compare mine and Annette's by asking us to sing the same part of the song. Shortly after, we said the two lines that were featured above. Hey, it's a fact that I started out as an Alto, and I love the fact that I currently have a Soprano range; I hate squashing my voice until it sounds masculine. That happened in my second primary school Choirgirl days, for a piece known as Domine Deus. It was one of our our Top 5 Choirs pieces. It took place at Victoria Concert Hall, and we LOST TO ROSYTH back then. Ugh... bitter VCH memory; the Gold award was clinched during the performance at the Nanyang Girls' auditorium.
Anyway, back to the present time and day. So then after practice ended at 1pm, I returned home and went out again shortly after for my second tooth extraction. The First Top-Right Premolar was the most stubborn of the four extracted premolars (though that was no fault of its own); it resolutely refused to budge after the dentist's fourth try. Then again, it has two distinct roots. I'd like to say a big thank-you to my two Right-Side Premolars for accompanying me through the audition, and a special word of thanks goes to my Second Bottom-Right Premolar for being obedient and coming out quickly.
At the moment, however, the sites of extraction hurt in spite of the anaesthetic; I reckon the gum space for my First Top-Right Premolar is hurting more. Self-prescription: a nap. Yes, you know what that means.
See you around; I'm going to sleep.
~Seraphine Chorister~ sang in The Butterfly Garden
[4:24 PM]
