Non-Assigned Blogpost.

This is not an assignment, but as this is my blog relating to my mentorship, I deem it appropriate to write about an experience I had.

This past Sunday, November 4, 2012, was my youth choir's first performance under my direction. We sang three songs and we sang beautifully. I was and still am very proud of them! It was a tremendous day and it all worked out.
Now, this story seems not so dramatic as it occurred smoothly. But what led up to our performance during the service was drastic. I am short on male voices, having only five: me, my friend, my brother, and two of his friends. My friend had a conflict and couldn't make it so that put me down to four. As with any performance, we're required to get a soundcheck. So the choir showed up at 9am on a Sunday just to run through all of our songs. Sounds easy, right? My intentions were to sing with the choir because I felt we needed the voice and I thought they were comfortable without a director. When it came down to it, they needed me standing in front of them directing rather than standing with them. So that put me at three guys: my brother and his two friends. Which isn't all that bad. My brother had one of the solos and he's been rather sick lately. He couldn't even stand up during the soundcheck and eventually, we had to take him home. Two guys. So here I am, freaking out on a Sunday morning with only two guys to perform. I knew I needed to be up there singing regardless, but the choir needed me to direct and queue them. I did the bad thing and panicked. I ended up teaching a girl the guy's solo (which wasn't necessary). My uncle (my mentor) and my mother (a musically-inclined lady) offered to direct the songs if I would teach them the queues. They obviously know how to direct, but it was the matter of giving the right direction at the right spot. I quickly ran through the songs and taught them what to do. Stress, stress, stress. Freaking out, freaking out, freaking out. They both got the hang of it. My mother directed one song, my uncle the other two. Now I'm back to three guys because I had the opportunity to sing with them and I sang my brother's solo. Service started at 10:30am. All went well. 

The End.