Excerpt from The Choir
Hannah hurried to the stage. It was time for the choir to warm up. Her new white dress, long and flowing, made quiet whispers as her silver slippered feet took her down the hall. Her long red hair was a beautiful contrast to the white silk. Her hair and the twinkle of happiness in her deep blue eyes were the first thing others noticed about her.
There was a buzz in the air. Everyone was busy rushing here and there, getting into their places. Sopranos to the right; altos to the left; tenors and basses along the back. Hannah was one of the last to take her place with the other singers.
White robed orchestra members, their silver trumpets nearly glowing with recent polishing, scurried to their spots behind the singers. The gold of the french horns gleamed in the light. Timpani and cymbals also made their way to the gathering place. Excited chattering filled the hall as the orchestra hastened to their assigned places. This would be the best performance ever.
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