Diva

Well almost.

The concerts went much better than I expected given the limited amount of practicing done by some members of the choir. We performed Mozart's Mass in C Major, an incredible work considering he was only 17 when he wrote it. We also performed Beethoven's Chorale Fantasy - a majestic piece. Renate was brilliant on the piano. Sunday's performance was so much better than Saturday's and my solo in the Beethoven was the best I've done it. You know when you have those moments when everything just works and its gorgeous - the singers, the orchestra, the piano all coming together like one breathing organism and the music just flows and I felt like I was flying, soaring and all there was was the music and the audience may as well not have been there!!! And then the orchestra plays it's final chord, the momentary silence and suddenly I'm back there thinking, gods, where did that come from, was that really me sounding like that? Or was I suddenly possessed by some long dead diva. Holy shit!

I'm still walking a few inches off the ground.

Ah well, I've had my well deserved day off from all the hard work. Tomorrow it's back to Mozart's "Exsultate Jubilate" and Handel's "I know that my Redeemer liveth". And digging out "Let the bright Seraphim" from the vault for the next concert.