I'm having this big stomachache here. Its stinks man. There's so many things I have to do! Tomorrow's the concert. And I am pretty hyped up. I hope we don't go too fast for Glinka or my fingers will die. I hope I know when to come in for the concerto and I hope that we get the off-beat right for Tchaikosky. I'll practise it later tonight.
There's something that I really wanna talk about now. On Wednesday, we had our rehearsal with the International Festival of Chorus. The choral was great. The best I've ever heard so far. There were people from all over the world, in different languages and races, all for one purpose of making joyful music. So we rehearsed mainly Christmas carols for our concert at CHJIMES on 6&7 dec. It was night time and we were in the music room in RJ, the only warmly lighted room tucked quietly away on the 3rd floor and right at the corner of A block. The rest of the school was dark and eeriely quiet because A Levels ended and there was simply no reason for the others to stay up in school. There was this moment during the rehearsal when the voices and the music from the strings were in perfect harmony. It was magical. I mean I could hear strains of "What child is this?" and "Silent Night". It was so Christmas-y. Suddenly there was like this whole blanket of peace that descended on me. And at the end of the rehearsal, I was so reluctant to leave the room! i wanted the rehearsal to go on and on forever, to keep hearing the heavenly strains and angelic voices of the choral, to feel the harmony between the instruments and most of all, keep that magical moment going on and on forever. But it was not to be. The night outside the room was no longer surreal. It was gloomy, dull and later that night, it poured. That magical moment ended. Why can't good things like these go on forever? I can't wait for our concert on the 6&7. I'll be eagerly waiting to relive that moment again. This time, for real.