It all started Friday night. We went to the Ward Christmas party. Innocent enough, right? After the Primary did their program and we were all eating our icecream, a friend in the ward (or I THOUGHT she was a friend) came over and squatted down by my chair. ...made a little small talk, tried to butter me up, and then...asked if I'd sing in church with her the next day. Her husband was going to be out of town at the last minute and they were supposed to sing something Christmasy, and now she wanted me to do it with her. I volunteered Jack to do it, and then it was all 3 of us doing it... we didn't know what to sing, but decided we'd meet at their house after the ward thing to figure something out real quick. We went over there Nate (Emily's husband) had picked out a song he sang in his high school choir. ...after at least 2 hours of practicing and Nate's little brother joining in, we were too tired to continue so we decided it must be good enough and we'd meet before church to practice with the lady who was going to play the piano for us. 8:00 Sunday morning (actually we really got there at 8:07...not too bad for us--or for me, rather) we get to the church to practice. We run though it a few times and realize we really could have used some more practice or a song that we had actually heard before...either one would really help. The chapel starts to fill so we run to the Relief Society room to go through it one more time. This time it actually sounds kind of good and we gain a little confidence. Then we get up to sing in Sacrament meeting. Tra la la la la...it's over, we sit down. And then, after the meeting is over, the comments come... "That was a nice song; I've never heard it before." and "Those were really nice lyrics. Great message." and "I enjoyed listening to the words of that song." and...the kicker... "Wow, you guys chose a really difficult song..." Ouch. I knew it wasn't great---I could have told you it wouldn't be great before we even knew what song we were singing... but I didn't think it was that bad. Apparently it was. Good thing I won't be at our ward for the next 2 weeks. I may never be able to go back. Ok, so I'll go back, but I think if there is ever a next time for an opportunity such as this, I'll only do it with a whole lot more practice. And I song I've heard of.
Oh...come to think of it, we're supposed to sing in Sacrament meeting for my branch in Georgia this Sunday. Suddenly I'm not feeling very well. cough cough
4 comments:
So, despite the terrible ending, your story was great! What was the name of the song? Our ward choir had a song like that for our Christmas program. "O Come Emanuel," great song, but we didn't get enough practice. Love you! P.S., We are in the same state! :) That makes me very happy!
Ha ha! That's a funny story. remember when you and Shannah sang a Christmas song in RS because I desperately needed a musical moment? What a saint you are (and you sounded good too!).
Ouch... I hate it when people do that. They just need to think "How would I feel if someone put me in this situation." If they did, they wouldn't ask you for such a favor. I'm sure it sounded just fine...
I'm sure it was great! But I really thought it was a funny story. I would have laughed in her face if she asked me.
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