We clicked going for a 9am practice on a Saturday morning 30 minutes away.
We were late, of course and lost
There were no directions posted in the email for the music room
The only one around to ask for directions was a caffeine starved priest seemingly desperate for peace
His directions were perfect, thankfully.
You could here them, 20 girls not quite in tune singing classic/commercial carols for the elderly
I had flashbacks of my choir days in college and wondered why the girl's voices weren't being whipped into shape
Until I realized it's not about perfection, but joy and fellowship
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