Monday, September 16, 2013

Choir By Rebekah

The audience became silent and Sasha and Rosemary introduced my group, the choir.  My heart thumped and my hands trembled.  The butterflies in my stomach became bigger and bigger.  I didn't want to be there but it was too late to even try to get off the stage.

As Mr Wright started picking his guitar, we started singing Frere Jacques.  The audience turned and some started singing with us. The nervousness began to go away and the song finished.  The crowd clapped loudly and Mr Wright started off the next song, Waltzing  Matilda.

Hopefully I won't forget my words, I thought to myself.  Luckily I didn't.  Again the crowd clapped and Mr Wright looked at me.

That was the signal.  My body tingled as I slipped off the stage and down the steps to the piano.  This is it I thought to myself as I pulled the piano stool out and set my music up.  I just had to find the right pedal and wait for Mr Wright's other signal to start.  My hands sweated and Mr Wright  gave me the signal.  I started playing the introduction to Canada in my Pocket.  The singing started and after I played the last bit of the song it finished.  I felt proud of myself for finishing the song without making any big mistakes.  

Quickly I rushed back to my place and started singing the next song Somewhere over the Rainbow.  The crowd clapped loudly and Sasha finished our performance saying, "Wow I could listen to that singing all night.  Rebekah your piano playing was superb and Mr Wright that was pretty good guitar picking."

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