It's the land of naked marble boys...
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I put my head down on my desk and full-out napped today during a class. It was my Kinship and Societies class, and we were watching this painfully boring ethnography called "Ongka's Big Moka." Interesting concept, really. In this culture in Papua, New Guinea, they have use an exchange system called
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So, about a week ago, Chris showed up at the wrong time for his a cappella group's rehearsal and ended up in the auditions for a Korean culture group in which some of his friends already were. Figuring there must be some meaning behind his accidentally being there, he auditioned and made it. When they told him he was in, they mentioned that they needed more girls and asked him if I would be interested in auditioning. After reminding them that I'm, well, not Korean (Chris at least speaks Korean), they said it was fine as long as I could sing and sight-read.
Monday night Chris had a meeting with the group and called me afterwards to meet him for a bit before my Sopranos rehearsal. When I showed up, he was with the music director Ryan, who said, "So... sing me something." (Chris decided not to tell me so that I wouldn't have time to get nervous. Too bad I also didn't have time to warm up or even pick a song.) I sang an iffy version of "Someone Else's Story" (I mean, hey... I got into The Sopranos with it?), and Ryan asked me if I could sight-read, then shook my hand and told me that I'm in the group.
So, that's the (not very interesting) story of how I got into Seoul Juice, a Korean a cappella group. We have fifteen members, many of which are in other groups: four are girls, five are non-Korean. We only sing three songs (two Korean, one English) and do one show this semester, so I figure it'll just be a chance to have a little fun and be a minority. Haha, yeeeah. This should be interesting!
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