30 days writing

Day 3: A memory

When I first read this title I inmediatly thought of one of the best memories I have so far: the 7th of june of 2022. That was the day I performed my first "good" concert with the choir.

As you must know, I sing and I enjoy it very much. That's why I joined a small choir on the music school on my town. We are six girls. At first I thought it was going to be boring and, honestly, I can't remember why I joined the thing on the first place. I belive that it is because my neighbour wanted to go there so my mom wrote my name there as well.

The first days were awkward, not much though because we had a very cool teacher. On the first song I remember the teacher saying "is anybody excited to do a solo here?". My first thought was no. I love to sing, but it was just crazy to do a solo. However, I did a very very unusual thing: get out of my comfort zone. There were just a couple of seconds of indecision and after that I raised my hand almost instantly.

Suprisingly, four of us wanted a solo. After I got my first solo my neighbour told me I sang better that what she expected which, honestly, I don't know how to react to that. Does it mean I'm a good singer? Does it mean that she thought I sang very bad? I didn't think too much about it, though.

After that day, I almost always got solos on every song and that got me out of my comfort zone real quick, like when you take out a Band-Aid quickly, just like that.

I got to say, the first concert we did on christmas was horrendous. Yes, horrendous. Out of all the concerts I will ever do, that one will always be the worst one. No one was willing to raise their voice and the solos were horrible. The place was horrible as well, it was a very small town hall (kind of) in the middle of winter, there were only ten people on the crowd and they were all parents that just wanted to see their kids perform. That is the worst feeling ever, doing a concert knowing that people aren't there because they like music or because they want to hear you, but because they have to as an obligation.

The only thing that kept me from crying my eyes out after the concert were my friends. Three of my friends came to the concert kind of as a surprise. On one hand, that is a bad thing because they heard and saw the worst concert ever. On the other hand, they kept my head busy with other thoughts so that I couldn't overthink everything.

We ate these very low-quality churros at 21:00 and talked for a while until I had to get home.

The second concert and one of the best days of my life was, as I said, the 7th of june. That was in summer, in an open space on the town square and there was so many people that were having fun. That just gives you good vibes, you know? Even though we've warmed up before and drank a lot of water my throat was very dry. I couldn't find my bottle of water and I had to go drink to the bathroom in the middle of the concert. However, it was great. I kept looking at the threes and a lot of my friends came to see me. I was very nervous at the begining but then I felt so natural.

All the other girls of the choir were nervous at the stage, specially because we were using microphones for the first time, but I was just living it. Sometimes I looked a little bit up to the threes and imagined that I was in a very cool concert with all of these fun people on the crowd. I know, everyone says is better to imagine yourself in your room when you're in the middle of a concert, but for some strange reason I thought of a very prestigious concert and I got more and more excited.

The best part, though, is when you get off the stage. All your friends come to tell you stuff and you talk with the other members of the choir and you hug your parents. It was just like a movie. Also, the feeling that it isn't over, because, after that all of my friends and I walked around town and ate pizza for dinner.

Sounds so fantastic and unreal, but that, that is one of the best memories I have. Eventhough the title didn't specify what kind of memory I had to describe: sad, horrible, funny... But I feel like I've been too pesimist already so... here you go, the best memory I've lived in a very long time.

(22/9/2022)