Dear ward organist,
I am not up there leading just so I can wave my arms around. Part of my job is to set the tempo. Part of your job is to follow the tempo I set. When our positions are reversed for choir, I follow your leading. Please, please do me the courtesy of returning the respect. Otherwise we have a day like today, when you were seriously three beats behind me by the end of the first line in all three songs and I felt like I was trying to drive freeway speeds in second gear.
Rar.
Dear ward chorister,
ReplyDeleteYou crack me up. Maybe she was playing as fast as her little fingers could! I know if I was trying to do her job I'd blow it. Often.
Dude, your lucky your dad came to spare you from the car issues. You may have ended up with an explosion Hollywood would envy! Seriously.