Turns out, if you instruct a group of vocalists to do the "siren" exercise together as a warm-up, the collective voices sound like a firetruck.
This is a very bad thing to discover when you're moments away from singing at a funeral for a fireman.
(Yes, I did that. And it wasn't just one fireman--it was the Charleston Nine. So if you ever think you've done the dumbest thing ever, I hope this makes you feel better.)
Happy Thursday. :)
musings from the journey (a girl discovering grace)
3 comments:
Oh my...
The good news is that we were there and did not hear it.
I told Jamie about this the other night & he got a little chuckle :) and a little chuckle from Jamie is quite a compliment ;)
You know...for such horrible circumstance which bring with it horrific memories.....you made me laugh. And....for those who passed that day, I hope they had a chuckle too because, as believers, they were certainly in a better place than we were that day to do just that, chuckle. Nice going Sarrrahhhh!
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