I'm having fun singing tenor in my chorus. Just me and a young man, who can belt out the part and is so upbeat and funny. The basses are two guys, and in some songs it's me and them together, so the director was correcting herself "Men, I mean men and ladies..." I love the tenor parts, and the range, and getting in touch with my deeper voice. I have a lot of resonance at the lower end, and I'm more confident. Gee, if only I'd known earlier. All I really ever needed to do was change the key of the song!
I'm struggling over the Spanish songs - getting the words to move over my tongue quickly enough, but I figure it'll come. More practice would help. But at least I find myself silently humming my parts as I wake up, go to sleep and drive. So now there is a little back voice in my day, singing, singing, singing.
It's hard to get to the rehearsal, and yet, the minute I arrive, irritated and feeling uncooperative, I melt. I MADE IT. Sigh. The resistance ebbs and I'm thinking - one song at a time - I can do this. I'm a happy camper. A singing camper. Pretty soon I'll be bellowing "I love to go a wandering along the mountain track..."
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