I love mince pies. If they were more widely available outside the festive months I would eat them all year. Imagine my delight therefore to discover boxes upon boxes being distributed amongst the choir and audience members after last night’s concert.
The mince pies were joined by chocolate and chatter about the concert. Politeness aside, the opinion of a friend and others seemed to be that it was of a very high quality and quite a success. Hooray!
There are some surprising intricacies to organising a concert. As well as enforcing what to sing and when, the final rehearsal included practicing standing up together, filing neatly onto stage, and a discussion of when to clap and when not to clap. Pre-concert activities included warming up our voices and pointing out just how many of the boys had visited Primark to get an inexpensive black shirt.
During the performance there was much theatre: The conductor regularly mopped his brow between pieces and disappeared off stage before the final piece for several minutes (it turned out the soloists were being fetched).
The hour and a half of concentrating on singing passed rather quickly. How time flies when you are having fun! Today I have an essay to write and a cold to get rid of, but I’m a happy chap after having sung in my first concert.