The director noted, as we all gathered in front of him this evening at practice, that we have now entered hell week. It’s more on his shoulders than on ours, since he’s having to juggle programs and coordinating set up and take down for each concert, and all we’ve got to do is sing, but that doesn’t mean it’s all sunshine and roses. The week of the concert we’re all tense. There are little whispered apologies when someone flubs a note; there are subtle winces when someone hears someone else’s mistakes. It’s little things at this point, but that doesn’t make it any easier to handle.

I am looking forward to Sunday evening, at 7pm, because that is when the final concert of the year will be done, and we can all heave a collective sigh of relief and hand in our music and, if we so choose, not sing another note until rehearsal starts back up again in February. The music, and the sound we all make together as a group, and the whole experience of this group is wonderful, but that makes those concert endings no more less of a relief.

Posted for NaBloPoMo.