As much as I loved high school choir, I've had a few songs or memorization ideas that I could go without. I'll post a few links just for those who want to listen to some torture of YouTube.
Director: Repeat after me! Fat Cows Get Drunk After Eating Berries!
Choir halfheartedly: Fat Cows Get Drunk After Eating Berries...
Director: Again!
Choir: Fat Cows Get Drunk After Eating Berries...
Director: woo!!!
Me hopping around like a demented frog: Fat Cows Get Drunk After Eating Berries!!!!
Tbh, I do like saying this... Just not when people outside of this choir are around!
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Meanwhile in basic music theory 101...
Song Person 1: Every Good Boy Does Fine!
Song Person 2: On the line!
SP1: F-A-C-E face!
SP2: On the space!
SP1: Every Good Boy Does Fine!
SP2: On the line!
SP1: F-A-C-E face!
Both: Don't you forget!
Continues, while getting faster. https://youtu.be/lgeW_Uk13dk
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This is what happens when a baritone was caught singing during the soprano and alto line.
Director: Eric, unless you have a uterus, you don't sing this part. Now do you?
Eric stands there like a derp, as if not sure.
Me: Why is he even contemplating this?!
A few fellow Altos start giggling at my softly made remark.
Honestly... Do you have to actually contemplate that kind of stuff?... Especially if we are singing One Direction.
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Here is why I can't have nice things.
Choir is singing "For the Beauty of the Earth." However, the sopranos are having pitch problems...
Alyssa: What's that? Looks at my hands to my tuner.
Me: This is my chromatic tuner! Although I got it from my guitar kit, I use it when I'm in doubt about some of my starting notes.
Eventually, the director turns away from the soprano section and looks directly at me, I freeze automatically, fearing a reprimand from him.
Director: Snowy, bring your gadget over here.
I step down from the third row and hand him the gadget before scampering away.
Director to the sopranos: This is a tuner, it tells you how accurate your pitch is at a certain frequency.
He proceeds to shove the tuner in front of one soprano and starts making each soprano singing one by one into the tuner in front of the entire choir.
Alyssa: Oh, My God.
Me: Oh, Starhawk, no....
I cower down in my seat as I feel the seething gazes of the sopranos as he tells them one by one whether they're too sharp or too flat.
Even I had my godawful days in choir.
That about wraps up many of my choir troubles. Stay sharp on updates.
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Annoying Snowy for the Umpteenth Time
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