Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I went to a small high school with no high school chorale group. No sequined costumes and grapevine moves were in my repertoire. As I stood among the other auditioners in the large classroom in McCain and watched the choreographer lead us through a series of dance moves, it was like she was speaking a foreign language. And no amount of translating by a helpful dance major could overcome the language barrier.
I didn't make the cut. I was crushed.
But then I got into K-State Concert Choir, and it was a much better fit for me in the long run. It's funny how life works out that way.
I've been fortunate enough to see two musicals in the last couple of weeks. We went to the Crown Uptown Sunday evening. For my birthday, Randy treated me to tickets to Music Theatre of Wichita's production of 9 to 5. With seats on the front row, I got to see those dance moves up close. I'm still no closer to being able to do them.