Fadedwords

This morning I went up to my former high school to watch my younger brother’s Octet rehearsal.  Octet is a select show choir group that I was in when I was in high school, and Sean made it this year.  The group consists of eight girls and eight guys, plus two alternates.  They perform various things throughout the year… and it is a really fabulous thing.  Some of my fondest memories from high school are from my time in Octet.

The group this year is great… my former director Pam has done a fantastic job with them.  She is one of those truly gifted music teachers.  I hope the kids who have her understand just how lucky they are.  When I was in school, when Pam first started there, I was so incredibly shy.  It took a good friend and Pam to pull me out of my shell.  I turned in to one of Pam’s select few… the ones she took so much time with and worked with extensively to build my confidence.  Singing with Pam was always fun, always challenging, and always wonderful.  If it wasn’t for her instruction, I never would have sung in front of anyone let alone large audiences.

I really enjoyed visiting today; my brother is a truly talented musician.  Being there made me miss that part of my life though… the part where singing and performing was a big part of who I am rather than something I just do in the car.