I attended my granddaughter's choir concert and she had a solo at the beginning of one of the songs. Before that song, she wiggled on stage, rubbed her left eye repeatedly, and looked about as nervous as it gets. Then she performed the song perfectly. It's fascinating how stage fright seems wedded to performance, and I've heard many people say when they don't have the anxiety beforehand, they blow it. Nothing is pure and simple about us. We make everything complicated, with conflicting emotions, thoughts and behavior. The relief on her face after her solo was done was funny, because the torture was over and also she knew she'd done well. We want to voice out, to perform, to draw attention to ourselves, yet we are miserable at the same time.
The choir director is amazing in her selection of songs. She makes certain the words are appropriate, uplifting and beautiful. So even though my granddaughter pronounces her "mean", she is intuitively drawn to the great melodies and lyrics. One of the songs this time was John Lennon's "Blackbird". It was haunting. Several of the songs brought tears to my eyes. The director is introducing beauty into the kids' lives, and harmonies. Singing in harmony is a lesson from the angels.
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