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To: Constant Reader who wrote (2095)	2/27/2006 11:27:20 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 2253

Thank you so much, dear friends! I have been immersed in my job these last couple of weeks and not around much. This is the climax of months of preparation for the kids individually and chorally. Tonight we had a voice recital preparatory to the competition this Saturday: 40 terrified teens singing in front of parents and peers. I don't know how many turned to me panicked and said, where am I! in the middle of their piece. A lot of times I had no idea where they were, was making up the accompaniments as they sang. I don't know what to compare this experience to. It isn't exactly musical. It's sort of-- some kind of avant garde musical street theatre. Do you know what fascinates me? Watching the kids create themselves. You can see what they are seeing in their heads, even if the reality is nowhere close. We had one girl singing a Barber piece- absolutely impossible. It was called The Crucifixion- very atonal and modern. I knew in her head she was feeling all this emotional stuff while what came out was just- well- truly bad. Can you remember the vulnerability of being 15? There was a line in a book I am reading- a mother who's son forgets his lines in a play and she says something to him like,"It didn't matter. The sheer weight of your silent presence was enough to save the show." I kept thinking of that tonight while the kids fell apart.