I have a story that leads to a valid point, I promise! But first you need to know a couple things about me:
- I have played an instrument since I can remember. I started with the piano when I was young (I think around age 7) and moved on to the flute when I was 11.
- When I was 9 they changed the boundary lines and I was forced to go to a different elementary school.
- I never really thought (and kinda still do) I could sing very well. And that lead to me thinking those that could sing well came by it naturally.
So one of the things I did in my childhood mid-life crisis (when I switched elementary schools) was try out for the school play to try and make new friends. The play was Snow White and I was certain I wouldn’t get a speaking part, I just wanted to make new friends.
The morning of the audition came. I had practiced and practiced the excerpt of the script I knew was fit for me. There was also some song I needed to sing for the judges, but I didn’t pay much attention. I knew I wasn’t good at it anyway. But when I got to the school, my new-found friend Jodie was kind enough to talk to me about my audition. One thing lead to another, and before I knew it she had me practicing my audition song for her. I knew it was terrible, but I somehow got through however much she wanted me to sing. Then she started giving me feedback and telling me how I could work on certain areas. I still remember thinking how crazy she was for critiquing my voice; I mean, it’s awful. But as we kept practicing, I sang a line and it actually sounded GOOD. I was stunned! Who knew that you needed to (or even COULD!) practice vocals!
Now, looking back, it’s hysterical to think that it didn’t occur to me that we practiced singing during Primary every week. And when my dad went to choir practice after church, what did I think that meant?
Anyway, I wish you well during your vocal practices at church this week!