Wellington Young Voices Choir Performances! (two in one day) Part 2

Bupa Crofton Downs Retirement Village

 

Another performance? I wearily think to myself. I am very worn out at this point.But I have to do this. Just one more.

I hop into the car with Sylvie, my new friend. I'm glad I met her in the first place. She has been a very easy person to talk to. 

And now we're facing this performance together. Tired as we can possibly be. 

My parent starts the car, and we lean backwards on our seats, talking about our school lives, and our own lives. Just another normal choir practice, except we have to do it in front of elderly people. Not scary at all. 

Totally.

*

We have reached our destination, and I leisurely walk out of the car. Sylvie follows me out too. 

Unlike like the first performance, people are here before us, except with two members in Kokako have tagged along. I wonder why they didn't come to the first performance. Maybe they weren't available. 

But they're actually kinda lucky. They're super energised, without the exhaustion from the previous turn of events. I wish I would have that energy.

If only I could. 

Wait.

At my left, there's a mini cafe open with a large glass case protecting the food.

Food?

I mean, I could eat some... but how though?

Sylvie's on my left, witnessing me fighting through immense hunger. Her mum walks up to her.

"Do you want something to eat?"

And eventually, another sort-of-friend walks up to my right. Elle. I assume that she's hungry. "Hi Sophia." I think the desperately hungry people has formed a crowd. AKA me and Elle are the desperately hungry people. 

She chats to me eagerly about random things that she always finds interesting, while Sylvie asks for a white chocolate muffin. I glance at it. What makes it even more devastating to watch is...

White chocolate is my favourite chocolate!!

My stomach is practically growling at this point. 

"I'm going to be depressed." I say to Elle.

"What? Why?"

"I'm so hungryyy." I groan.

She notices me and now Elle staring at the poor muffin, waiting to be devoured. 

"Do you guys... uh, want some?" 

"YES PLEASE." I say at an instant.

"Yeah sure."

She looks at the muffin with uncertainty. "Uh, guys? I don't know how to split this into thirds."

Sure, my facial expression is pretty much blank, but inside, I have intelligent mathematical acuity. It basically means I have great math skills.

"I know how to." I say, still remaining my nonchalant expression.

I've done this before SO MANY TIMES in math. They always ask you to "split this into thirds EQUALLY". So, I'm the boastful- I MEAN best expert here.

I slice through the muffin carefully. This muffin particularly is quite a crumbly one.

Once I'm done, I distribute the pieces to Sylvie and Elle. They both say a "thank you" as they grab theirs.

With a unserious smile on Elle's face, she speaks. "You're not depressed anymore, right?" 

"Yup." I say, gobbling at the white chocolate goodness.

She laughs, and since it's quite contagious, Sylvie and I laugh too. This is random, but I probably won't forget this memory when I leave this retirement village. I continue to laugh, mood instantly lifted.

*

Before I could even process this, we're instructed quietly to enter the "stage", which is basically an area that's front of the audience.

I stand still. And then I realise.

I forgot my choir book.

This wouldn't come to me as a problem, but now, it does. Because I can't sing Vois sur ton chemin, a french song, without its lyrics. And it's too late to come back.

But then I mentally tell myself:

The show must go on. 

*

After an eternity later, the french song's notes is played in the piano. That's basically a cue for me to panic. Well, I only know a little bit. Surely I could mouth the words that I know and let the choir sing for me, right?

That's exactly what I should do.

They all sing and so do I, but before I know it, I sing the lyrics almost accurately. Whoa. Perhaps I knew more than I thought I did.

Then a hard part comes. And what makes it hard is that you have to sing three words repeatedly: e, i and le. And the worst part?

They're not necessarily sung in that order.

But without uncertainty, I sing it as if I haven't thought that this part was the hardest part for me to sing.

Then the song ends. 

I have now knew that I underestimated myself a lot throughout these 2 performances.

The crowd claps in satisfaction.

And I can't help but smile about this.

*

After the performance, they offer us free food!!

Gosh, after that long hour of singing, I could eat more food.

Like a desperately hungry lunatic, I grab as many sausage rolls as I can.

...Which is basically 2.

But then I take another 2 more as I rush out of the kitchen area, and into the front desk area.

But by doing this, my parents greet me hello. "Hi Sophia! You did so well!"

"Thank you!" I cheerfully say.

"Let's take some photos." 

Usually, I would have resisted doing this, but for some reason I smile and say, "Why not?".

THEEEEE ENNDDDDDD!!!!!