Thanks for all your comments and I'm glad to say again that everyone is safe, sound, and happy. Occasionally grumpy from a combination of jet lag and late nights, but happy.
We sang a concert at a small catholic church in the Paris suburbs tonight and had a marvelous experience.
First, the choir felt great about their singing and I did too.
Several of the comments I've given them all year are beginning to ring true:
- I have told them the entire year that they would get better every day, especially as the competition neared.
- I told them that the concert audience in Europe would be incredible.
- I accurately described the "chant clap" that the audiences used when they really enjoyed a performance.
At the end of the concert, the choir left the auditorium and headed downstairs into the holding area where we began congratulating each other on our performance. The girls took off their shoes and the guys removed their jackets. About 3 or 4 minutes had passed since our last note.
Suddenly, Ms. Dale Reynolds appeared at the door and said in a loud voice "GET BACK UP THERE, THEY HAVEN'T STOPPED CLAPPING YET-----SING SOMETHING ELSE!!!!"
We were stunned that they were still applauding--it just didn't seem like it could be true.
And . . . well, the truth is, we really didn't have anything else but we had to do something, didn't we?
Hurriedly, we got to the stage, only this time we didn't proceed in an orderly manner. Those that were completely dressed took the stage first and then the rest followed. We performed one of the songs that we sang in the fall semester (See What the End is Going to Be) and followed it with Praise to the Lord. We had run through PTL a couple of times but hadn't touched the first one for at least three months.
Luckily, the choir pulled them off, and quite well I'm proud to say.
It was a great evening and a night to remember.
We're headed to the competition tomorrow. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers!