And so it was over.
Rehearsals after rehearsals left me feeling bleh and super tired, and being the last group in line to perform didn’t help. And hearing Samba Masala (this samba percussion group) practicing their piece over and over again made me cranky. I mean, of course their piece is good and energetic and everything but when you hear them over and over and over and over and over again you just want to throw tomatoes (or anything more “bloody”) to them. It’s not that I don’t like them. Really.
So we sang this song “Go the Distance” from the Disney movie Hercules. It was supposed to be a soloist song which was weirdly purported into choir song. Oh well. Never mind.
I like performing. So when I’m performing I’ll let out my soul free and I’ll express it in the ways possible. Sadly my other choir members might not like performing as much as I do. Oh well. Now I wonder whether I should not have been so expressive since I seem to overpowered them last afternoon.
But all in all it was over and I could get back to my normal life without vigorous rehearsals and late-night blocking practice with all the performers.
I guess.
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