Gah! I’ve been out all day today, and I haven’t even done my post for #scintilla yet! Better to do it tonight than to try and catch up tomorrow.
Prompt A: Talk about a memory triggered by a particular song.
When I lived in Indiana the first time, I went to a high school that was heavily centered around it’s music and theater programs. We had the top spots in many competitions, and we were all around known (and equally hated). I had the misfortune of being a part of the orchestra in my freshman year, which ended the summer after. However, in my junior year, I was in choir.
Most of my life has been spent in the school choir. I love to sing. Well, I loved to sing, now I just prefer to sing in the car when no one can hear me. So, I guess you could call the choir I was a part of, one of the show choirs. A lot of our songs had choreographed dances to go along with them.
One song in particular, I will never ever forget. For our spring concert, I believe, we sang “Why Do Fools Fall in Love”, and had a goofy dance number to go along with it. It was cheesy and cute, for an all girls show choir. I couldn’t begin to remember any of the dance routine.
Mr. Fox and I listen to the local oldies station all the time, so when I hear the original song on the radio, my mind is taken back to those awful and annoying rehearsals and performances. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being in choir. I loved the over the top sequined dresses we got to wear. But the dancing I could do without.
So I suppose you could say I am a mixed bag of emotions when I hear that song. We had some other amusing diddies that year.
But I won’t go into those, because it hurts my brain just thinking about them. Especially the one where we were all dressed as clowns. Oh dear.