Why is it that people take things for granted, rather than truly appreciate the beauty within? And why is it that the most beautiful moments are made when, seemingly, no one is there?
We sang tonight to a smattering of people, but mostly to empty chairs, objects made by man that cannot hear, cannot see, cannot feel, cannot have any emotion. Yet the ones with the treasure and the warmth of the music created tonight are those blue cloth and plastic inanimates, as opposed to the people of the University and the community. I know, and I understand, the line of excuses… “It’s midterm week.” “The weather is nasty.” “I don’t like choral music.” “I never heard about it.” But please, throw some of us a bone, those that could have filled the seats tonight. You don’t come to support our shows, and then you wonder why we can’t have as many performances, or why we don’t have all the necessary music, or why we have to rent out the Auditorium on better days rather than take those for ourselves. Put two and two together. We don’t have the money to do what is expected of us because, to put it rather ironically, you’re too fair-weathered.
On the other hand, a huge Thank You! to those who did brave the elements and come out tonight. Thank you for supporting us. I heard that many who came tonight were pleased with what they heard, and I’m glad that we could entertain you in exchange for your gracious support.
As for the rest of the week…
I am tired, but the battle I must fight is not a battle… it’s a 3-day war with myself, as I strive and push to make the cut, succeed, do well, and, hopefully, feel really satisfied come this weekend and Monday.
I’ll make it. How I’ll make it… now, there lies the question that I wish to have answered.
–jl–