The year is over. Almost.
After the Christmas concert, there is one more singing lesson.
I discover that Rohan has a sneaky plan in store for me.
Because I am guilty of a "choir girl" crime. I sing the music exactly as it is written.
In a choir, everyone must read and sing the music accurately. You can't have someone holding a note longer than the person next to them. Everyone has to enter at exactly the same place and everyone has to finish together. There is no room for individuality; everyone is part of a whole.
But now that I am singing solo, I am supposed to interpret the song. The trouble is, I don't really know how to do that. I am stuck in the idea that you should sing what is written, and I don't know how to do otherwise. All year he has been encouraging me to break free from the dots, to "push and pull"; "bend the phrases". Coded messages again; I don't know how to comply with these instructions
Being able to read music is a very useful skill, but in this respect it is a curse. I don't know what it feels like to interpret, and deep down I feel I have no right to do it. Someone wrote the piece of music; who am I to undo it and create my own version?
So I turn up to my final lesson for the year and Rohan produces a "cheesy" Christmas carol - "Have Your self a Merry Little Christmas". I've never liked this song; in fact, most Christmas songs leave me cold. But OK, it's an exercise. I will suspend my scepticism.
I sing the song once through; he accompanies me on guitar. I've got the melody; I've got the lyrics; ho hum, yawn.
He takes away the sheet music and says "Now we're going to swing it". He changes the rhythm; it means I have to adapt the way I sing the song, or it's going to sound terrible. I can do whatever I like with it. The first time through I'm tentative. I don't know what to do. But I can see that there's no right or wrong. Second time, it's fun!
It is a real an eye-opener. Finally I know what it feels like to break away from the "dots". This is the start of something new.
And I've even started to like the song.
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