When I was in school - you know, back in the big-haired, rockin out 80's.
I was in choir.
You know, the matching outfits, big-haired dorks.
I loved it.
Everyone else did too because almost 1/2 of the high school was in choir. (Only proof that I come from dork breeding stock. *I'm ok with that*.) I especially loved Mrs. Vogel. She was an awesome music teacher and never made you feel like you weren't doing right, even tho quite frequently I was not doing it right!
I was an alto, and I will always be an alto. In fact, I was a low alto. And as our tenors hit puberty and their voices became basses, I frequently became a tenor, depending on how important the tenor section was.
Now
Stacy, she's a Soprano (not of the mafia type), and she'll always be a soprano. Our old friend Linda, well, she used to be my buddy alto, but she ditched me and became a soprano when she made the ultimate dork, swing choir our Junior year. (I was so freaking jealous but for the record, I made
dork swing choir my senior year FINALLY!
This morning, I sold my last pop bottle out of
my etsy shop.
What the heck does that have to do with music? Well, whenever I hear the words "bottleapop" I think of our warm up music and have to sing it all in my head!
I did some research and found something very close! It sounded something like this:
1 comment:
thank you, yes it IS stuck in my head now. and i can sing it in rounds in my head too!
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