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My friends and family have always said I have a gift: my voice. When I was in elementary school, I sang soprano in the Florida Boy’s Choir. I enjoyed the performances, the dressing up, the beautiful music–I got a good taste.
I went on to other pursuits after that, but my gift called me back again. In 9th grade, I returned, this time to a co-ed chorus. We did a few token latin pieces, but as can be appreciated for young teenagers, our teacher kept us emersed in popular tunes that she knew well like the Beach Boys and the Beatles.
I continued on in high school, where my teacher exposed us to Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals and permitted us to create our own choreography. It was interesting.
Then my dad talked to the manager of the Florida Boy’s Choir, who said Florida State University was one of the top schools for music majors. We took a trip up to Tallahassee, and I fell in love with the hills and trees.
I started out trying to get into University Singers while being totally unprepared. They made me sing the National Anthem– I learned my lesson, and stayed away from that group. I sang in the Chamber Choir and the Gospel Choir, having some interesting experiences in both.
From there on out, it was just church choirs, which was my least favorite. And indeed I eventually faded out of there.
Now I just brighten the ears of the person in the pew in front of me. And in that I find very fulfilling and enjoyable. As long as I spent on the stage, I think that it really was not for me.