When the worry and the insanity preceding a performance is over (imagine 113 middle school singers, a packed hallway full of audience members filing into the theater, and me), it’s hard to describe the feeling of relief, happiness, and in this case, satisfaction because the kids really sang well.
That, and nobody did a triple gainer off the top riser.
When I hear my two favorite comments, I know we made a happy audience:
- The kids look SO nice all dressed up; it was really classy.
- I wanted to hear more!
Not that I have the be-all, end-all of middle school choral programs (I certainly don’t; we have a long way to go to reach any kind of excellence this year), but it is wonderful to see 28 terrified 11-year-olds get up and deliver the performance of the semester in front of a packed house of appreciative listeners, then watch the happy on their faces as they leave the risers. And cute — don’t forget they were cute.
The 7th and 8th grade take great pride in their huge sound; they fear nothing, and as a choral director, that is like straw spun into gold. Now to control it, perfect it, refine it…therein lies the challenge I still face.
Why all this heavy introspection, you ask? After all, it’s just school chorus. Yeah, true. But there’s something about seeing kids recognize beauty, work together for a common goal, show passion, and most importantly, bless people for a little while that jacks me right up. It doesn’t have to be Robert Shaw; it just has to be wonderful at the moment.
Which it was.
And with that, my holiday begins, even though I have six more days of school to go. That’s OK — we get a jump start on spring music, which ought to thrill the heck out of my ensembles. Heh. Welllll maybe not.