Just a normal day, a Monday, I went to school and somehow managed to carry my overloaded backpack on my exasperated back through the halls and through the classes. A near miss in English, acing a Geometry quiz, managing to squeak out a few spanish words, typing some pointless "re-type me" document, and listening to lectures. After 8th period I went down to the over crouded sophmore section of the lockerroom and collected my necessities for softball practice. Practice seemed to drag on FOREVER, it was a "hitting day", so after about an hour of base running, we set up hitting stations and got our "cuts" (swings) in. Finally, coach called us in for a breakdown and we were allowed to leave. FINALLY! The night I had been waiting for since I found out I was moving back to Syracuse, Encore audtion night. I walked into that choir room completely covered in dust, sweat, and a little bit of dried blood from catching my arm on someone's steel cleat. I looked like a mess, I was still wearing my horendous smelling sliding shorts, pads, and protecters. No one said anything about my appearance, much to my surprise. A lot of people had to leave early for certain events, so they "HAD" to go first. I sat in that choir room for an hour before a cranky senior came in and pointed at me and said, "You, get in here, we need an alto." Finally, the moment I had been waiting for. I sang "My Counrty tis of Thee" and then it was time to start the audition song. The soprano and tenor singing with me had already auditioned, so they sang their part quietly in the back, so all you could really hear was me and the wimpy bass singer next to me. We sang all the way through the audtion song, and then they had us all sing it again, but this time they had me stand on the other side of the large room so they could hear the bass singer. "Thank you, please leave quietly." Ms. Poe said. I was not thrilled by the blank look on her face. I searched that red-head for any sort of expression at all, I needed some sort of reassurance that I did not just completely screw my audition up, but she gave me no expression at all.
Two days later, Ms. Poe posted the list in the hallway outside of the choir room. I raced out of eighth period to see the list, there was a crowd around it, my friend Kensie was crying, and at the moment I couldn't tell if it was tears of joy or sadness. I looked at the list, I scanned for my name, but didn't see it, my heart sank and I was about to walk away when another one of my friends said, "Congrats Annastazia!" I turned around and reread the list. Sure enough, right in the middle of the list it said "Annastazia Stofer". I was so happy! I could barely contain my eagerness! I couldn't stop smiling that entire night. I smiled all the way through softball practice (my coaches probably thought I was loosing my sanity or something... nevermind... I never had any sanity). My parents were very pleased and excited as well. September 10th is our first Encore practice! I can't wait! That night before I fell asleep, I thanked God for talent and desire he gave me. My only plea is that my talent would be used to glorify Him.
For those of you who don't know what Encore is, it is a select (audition only) show choir type of choir. It is the "ellite choir" in Syracuse. There are 5 sopranos, 5 altos (that's me!), 4 tenors, and 6 basses.
Congratulations!!!
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