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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
nyc<3it all seems so surreal.we did it.it all paid of, it was worth it all.i have to admit, i was really nervous.i really was a nervous wreck the entire time.and i cried so much.while walking up stage, i told myself.this is it.
while walking down, i thought.that was it? it's over already?all that we'd been working towards for the past 7months,all that drilling, the practices, the scolding.all the stress, the tears.all cumulated into that 8 minutes on stage.for that 8 minutes, the stage was ours.we owned the stage.
even though it was not perfect, in fact far from it.the mood was there.the feel was there.i could feel all of us,pouring our hearts and souls into the music.enjoying every moment of the music.even though we went sharp, even though we rushed.there we were,a class of our own.the feeling after was indescribable.that bittersweet feeling.the relief that it was all over.and that something that wanted to do it all over again.that something that wanted to relieve every moment of it again.i teared while preparing to go up,i was nervous. very nervous.i teared while singing,i was struck by the emotions, the mood, the feel,the love that filled the stage.i was struck by the way80 people1 conductor3 songs.one heart,one voice,one goal,one choir.i was overwhelmed, really, by the overflowing emotions, the love, by the intensity.after it all, i cried.for no apparent reason.maybe just because deep down inside,i knew that this was one and only syf as a nychorister,and it's over.just like that.i don't really know.the results.how nervous we were.how we waited impatiently for 1.5hrshow nervous we all got when they were getting ready to start announcing.the anticipation and bated breath as the number quickly increased.the intensity when choir 125 was announced.the way our heart stopping for that few seconds could be heard through the tension-filled silence,as they announced.Choir 126; Nanyang Girls' High School Choir. Gold.for that moment, during the excruciatingly long pause, i really thought we were just going to get a gold.
with Honours.at that moment, everything just snapped. we screamed, shrieked, clapped, cried.tears of joy.pure joy, exhilaration.that moment was almost surreal.dizzying euphoria.followed by the mad rush of messaging, callingspreading the news, the joy.nanyang choir; a cut above the rest.this journey was not easy.we fell hard, many times.and for long periods of time.when we seemed to be picking up,we fell again.many of us were in despair,on the verge of giving up.but we didn't.we fought back.and we made it.and that's why we're nanyangchoir.nyc, we've done it, we've finished the last lap.and we've done well.we enjoyed ourselves on stage, and we got the gold with honours.i'm proud of us.nychoir. eighty people singing three songs together with one conductor. one heart, one goal, one voice.
nychoir forever.and the singing will never be, never be done.
thank you, nyc.thankyou(:nyc is loveā„i'm so proud of us(:25042007choir 126, nanyang girls' high choirgold with honours(:haha, you never really did care, did you?
lost myself at 10:32 PM