For the past few weeks, my choir class has been working strenuously to perfect our songs and choreography. Since I’m in two different levels of choir, I had 4 songs to memorize and a choreography for each of them. Practicing everyday in 3rd period for this performance was tiring and it made me not even want to perform. Honestly, I didn’t really like the song choices at all. They just weren’t my style; I was never really a broad way type of person. The whole idea of broad way seemed strange to me. Anyways, everyday I would practice memorizing the notes and the dance moves with my choir friends with an unappealing face.
As the days flew by and the Broad Way show was coming closer; I was completely tired of all the songs and dance moves that I’ve rehearsed probably over a couple hundred times. I was not excited at all for the show on Friday night. I didn’t tell anyone how I felt because everyone in choir seems to love Broad Way and I felt as if I was the only one that hated it.
Anyways, on the day of the performance, my feelings were still the same. As the clock ticked closer to to 7PM, I had a sudden shift of mood. I was a little excited to perform one of my songs, “Men in Tights.” I was backstage with the rest of my group all wearing green peter pan tights together. I couldn’t wait to go on stage for no reason.
After the performance, I was so happy. The “Men in Tights” was probably my favorite performance that I’ve ever been in. The audience loved it as well. I’m a little sad to know that that will be my final performance until next school year. I wish I appreciated it more during rehearsals instead of complaining to myself and hating it. I should’ve seen the beauty in it, and how much my teacher believed in my group.