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May 26, 2001

music hath charms:  one
 

I woke up this morning and I saw in the newspaper an announcement that auditions for The Louisiana Choral Foundation (LCF) would be held tonight between 6:00--8:00 at the University Methodist Church auditorium.   The LCF is an August adult choral group that puts on several shows per year.   I decided I'd audition.

I drove to the church and sat in my car in a parking lot across the street from the entrance.   There I watched geeks of every description waddle, march and shuffle into the auditorium, sheet music in hand.    I figured I was dead meat.

I went in and assumed a nonchalant pose as I slouched in a folding chair and filled out a questionnaire.   I gathered that these guys were practically professionals.   One lady taught choral and volunteered to play piano for the rest of us since the regular pianist was going to be late.   Another woman was a music/voice major from some place up North.   One by one they went down the hall with the LCF director, Lamar-something-or-other.   I could hear them singing hymns and other imposing selections.   They were impressive.   Then it was my turn.

Lamar asked what I was going to sing.   I told him I had no idea, that I just saw the ad in the paper that morning and, the next thing I knew, I was standing there.   I explained that I often walked around in a fugue.   Lamar asked me if I knew "My Country 'Tis of Thee."   I said, yes, I was an American.   So he gave me a songbook and told me to sing the melody.   A girl named Sharon accompanied me on the piano.   When I finished singing the melody, Lamar had  me sing by sight-reading the tenor part.   Then he had me sight-read the bass part.   He stood next to me and sang the other parts.

Lamar told me practices were every Monday from 6:30 to 8:30.   He asked me if I had a tuxedo.   I told him I did.   I asked him if I should show up for practice on Monday.   He told me that I should.

©  2001 by the beastmaster