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Sing!

No, not my impromptu audition for 'A Chorus Line' (I think you need to be able to dance for that) but my reflection on my first choir concert of the festive season, and actually my first in a year. Yes a year.

It's been an up and down year for choir. You may recall a previous blog post on that. A choir dissolved, a choir was re-formed. I moved from one choir to another and back again to another.

I toyed with writing this bit, how honest to be. And well, let's all cut the crap, this post is going to end well so we can get through this bit.

I followed one choir because, well at that point it was that choir or no choir. So as all I really ask from my choir on a basic level is to turn up and sing, I chose choir. It wasn't personal. If there had been two choirs to choose from things might have been different, but there weren't. So I chose. That choir for a while was ok, it was fine, it was a choir. The I heard another choir was formed, out of members from the old. My friends and I weren't invited and that was hurtful, but ok we had a choir that's fine. That choir stopped being as fun for , some personal issues got involved and life got in the way (and the Atlantic Ocean for a big chunk of the summer) so I quit. Luckily bridges were mended and there was an invitation to join the old/new choir so I (and some partners in crime) took up the offer.

I can't speak for the partners in crime (and don't worry they are more than capable of doing so themselves) but it wasn't easy at first. I felt suspicion, maybe resentment and of course people wanting gossip. Then of course in a group of people, there are some who just plain won't like you. Life was busy, I was stressed and again I questioned if it was all worth it.

Did I mention all I wanted to do was sing?

But you know what, when you do turn up and just sing. When you finally get to perform and people enjoy it, and you enjoy it, it's worth it.

Last night we managed just that. We held a concert, we got up and sang. And we were also having fun. And for the first time I felt properly part of a choir again after a long year.

To have people compliment the choir after (One friend saying 'It's better than last year. Am I allowed to say that?') to be told we sounded great, that we looked like we were enjoying ourselves, that's all any of us can ask for.

So here's to just getting on and singing, and alright the odd dance move too.....

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