i love chorale.
When they first announced it, I'd be lying if I said I weren't shocked. There was. a lot of questioning you know? You wonder what went wrong, what the judges didn't like. You wonder: are we really that terrible? You wonder about the people you are letting down. You wonder, you wonder, and you wonder.
And then, after a certain point, you stop wondering and start picking it all up again.
There could be so many reasons for this, for that. But then again, it's over. After all, if results were to mean so much, then you really have to question exactly why you are singing, don't you? Whose approval must we gain? Whose praise do we seek?
There is, admittedly, something that squeezes inside me when I think about us being penalised for transposing. But never mind! I enjoyed myself on stage and I left feeling proud of what we had put up. So listen to us if you like, and then you can judge us as you see fit. (:
But more than anything, I'm just. really proud. Sometimes, I think, it's easy to forget that there are wonderful important things that can't be measured in physical REAL terms. Maybe it's because of the intangibility of such things, that's why it's hard to reach out and grasp hold of them, and remember just how important they are. But, they are important, aren't they.
How do you measure. the hours of rehearsals and sectionals we've put in? How do you measure the amount of laughter, the teasing, the bad (porny?) jokes? How do you measure the hugs: the quick okay-byebye-see-you-tomorrow ones, the i-love-you-i-love-you-i-love-love-love-you ones, the more serious consoling ones? How do you measure the morning practices, the score-mugging sessions, the impromptu singing together? How do you measure the mad HWOAHHH-OKAY-YES-WE-ARE-GOING-TO-DO-IT-OTHERWISE-WE'LL-GO-DOWN-KICKING-AND-SCREAMING? How do you measure the bonding, the "GO TO SLEEP EARLY" warnings, the hunt for lozenges? How do you measure the self-reflection on singing and music, the mental perseverance and all that?
..How do you measure the long way we've come, the progress we've made, the experience we've shared?
And in the end, I'm just really. really happy to be in Chorale.
Post-SYF, went out for dinner together. It was like some fieldtrip; there were 35+ people trooping around. It's true, you know, about how you'd only regret it if you didn't do your best. Because it's almost incredulous, haha, how the girls flounced around getting high in the food court and shoving all things fried and spicy down our throats. And how we plonked on the steps later to talk crap and sing in the night (quite noisily loudly too, heh).
Yep, I'm damn proud of us (:
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[Edit] Photos courtesy of the great and wonderful Joelle :D [/Edit]
Rawr. Kill. Yummmm.
Bennett is being loser as usual :D
... oookay...
Yay. Hahaha.
I think we should have more lunches together, heh.
(Preferably when people are not SPA-ing or CCA-ing yay.) ♥
Goodnight! (: