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well I went to mass and sang with the choir.

It was awful.

Today we celebrate the Three Kings event and the choir sang a song to that effect, one we’d sang at the various Christmas venues over the holidays...”We Three Kings of Orient Are...” It’s kind of a play on the traditional hymn.

I don’t especially like it and I really didn’t like that African Noel, but I digress.

This one lady, beautiful voice, says she’s an alto but she can reach way high....doesn’t have a personality to match her voice....but I digress....she wasn’t there this morn.

Now this Three King song is weird in that it is the sopranos who sing the harmony and the altos carry the melody. I don’t know why this is but the sopranos had one helluva time learning the harmony and THIS alto had an awful time reaching a real high note in the melody. We begged the choir director to let us change the parts but the arranger is evidently a cruel person who likes to torture. So we hadda sing it as written and in due course, we kinda learned it.

Except I never could reach that real high note because the lady with awful personality but beautiful voice always came in to save the day and the sopranos got a clue and actually took the piece home to practice the harmony.

The beautiful voice lady wasn’t there today but two other altos were besides me. One of those altos could reach that godawful note but she had been absent during most of the Christmas practice season and really didn’t know the parts very well.

So we sang the song and a)only ONE alto came in when supposed, as the altos had the TOP line and the one alto didn’t know this, the other just does what everyone else does and ME began the song at the proper time because I knew it. So it was all the men and ME, the only female singing at the right time. The other two altos sang with the sopranos and it made me look like I’d mess up.

Which I didn’t but later on that godawful high note comes along and I, in desperation, tried to reach it. It was a FAIL of epic proportions. The alto who COULD have reached that note didn’t cause she’s still singing down on the lower staff with the sopranos. I squeaked godawful and there I am right in front of the mikes.

So, as with most music pieces, there’s a keyboard interlude and we come in at a certain time as written in the music and as we practiced. For whatever reason a bunch of men came in two measures too early. The conductor shakes her head, ostentatiously, NO, I got deer in the headlights eyes cause now I don’t know what to do.

Somehow, someway, some other wise body managed to salvage the song by beginning the wrongly timed verse as if the bloop had never happened, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, and we finished it, God Bless.

It was the awfullest rendition of a highly practiced song I’d ever done since being in the choir now over seven years.

But I’m back and I shall shut up.