The Soprano Concert: A Short Story

“Line up at the piano if you are going to audition,” Mr. Rosser said to the choir. I wanted this solo more than anyone. It would be more than just a few bars of basic Latin to me: it was my chance. Rosser had been picking me out of the crowd of over a hundred and twenty girls from the beginning, but not for any talent I possessed. I was always looking down, not speaking, my hair was over my eyes, and I didn’t talk at all, let alone to a full choir. This was my opportunity to show him and everyone else that I was more than that quiet girl in the first sopranos. Girls began to stream down the risers, making two lines for the two parts. The soprano soloist would sing twice, and that was what I wanted. I knew these notes perfectly; I could …show more content…
“and the soprano solo will be sung by Maddie Byrd.” My jaw dropped and I covered my mouth, tears forming in my eyes as I was smothered by hungs and a chorus of, “I didn’t know you could sing like that!”
Mr. Rosser grinned at me. “Ha! Now the choir knows you exist,” he said, and I laughed. That was what I had wanted. That was the day I started to talk again. I didn’t mind people as much, I even welcomed a bit of conversation. After I performed, I realized how I was more than a face, and the applause of the choir, and later a crowd, proved that. I could be whoever I wanted, I didn’t have to keep hiding behind myself because I had made mistakes. I think now that I might not have to end up in some dead-end job. I want to do something creative with my life, and music is the best way to do that. Something taught in choir is that the reason to sing is to make the world a better place, and that the choir’s job is to make beautiful music. I don’t want that to end with high school choir. Standing up in front of a crowd of my peers was one of the scariest things I had ever made myself do, but it gave me something to dream about in