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Yesterday we had our first (intentional) indoor concert with our intergenerational chorus, SingPositive, since the pandemic started. We've gone back to rehearsing indoors, fully masked, and our audience was also fully masked. (So far no spread within the chorus.) It felt really really good to be up and singing on a stage.Both my kids had a solo, I had a solo...it was really nice.
But then there was the unexpected bit. I found myself positioned as the buffer person between the sopranos and the altos. The alto on my left was new to the choir this semester, and she's been fun to talk to at rehearsal and when I see her around town.
After the concert she came up to me and said: "I'm obsessed with your voice. I just really enjoy listening to you sing, and sometimes I forget that I am supposed to be singing. I need a recording or something."
That just...wow. Blew me away.
There are people I feel that way about. But I never expected anyone to feel that way about me.
I think maybe I should tell people when I feel that way, because damn did that feel good!
But then there was the unexpected bit. I found myself positioned as the buffer person between the sopranos and the altos. The alto on my left was new to the choir this semester, and she's been fun to talk to at rehearsal and when I see her around town.
After the concert she came up to me and said: "I'm obsessed with your voice. I just really enjoy listening to you sing, and sometimes I forget that I am supposed to be singing. I need a recording or something."
That just...wow. Blew me away.
There are people I feel that way about. But I never expected anyone to feel that way about me.
I think maybe I should tell people when I feel that way, because damn did that feel good!