I'll admit I joined the Temple Volunteer Choir, because they were singing in the Salt Lake Tabernacle for a devotional. It was my ulterior motive to walk where the famous singers and leaders have been. Bragging rights could be used.
The first practice consisted of 2 hours of straight throat abuse singing. It seemed like all the sopranos around me could reach the high notes and spot on pitch. I hoped no one could hear my off key sqawking. All week I considered quitting, but decided to give it another try. That's when I sat on the edge of the sapranos, next to the altos. If the note was to high, I would lean toward my alto friend matching her voice. Jump ship when the going gets tough in the treble cleff.
I contemplated joining the hard to hear lower notes group. There was no way I could miss by sitting in the middle of all those strong voices. Each week after immersing myself in the middle of the Alto section, the notes became easier to hear and hit.
The mind was able to memorize each song and by program night, I was ready to be a true Alto singer. What a fun experience to have had.
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