Well, the passion play was only a quasi-failure.
First off, more people came than expected (for the choir) so we had to double up on mics... that is, except for me. ^_^ Father What's-his-name was giving a few announcments before the start of the whole event about staying out of the aisles (since the actors run up and down them a lot) and to turn off all cell phones a beeprs. Just as he was finishing up, lo and behold, someone's cell phone went off. Funny.
Now for the bad stuff. First off, the solos were rather mediocre, which wasn't helped by the sound engineer forgetting to turn on/off the mics at any given time. The "actors" were marginally good, the only good one being the guy who played Caiafas (who, ironically, had only been to one practice). And afterwards, Father What's-his-name praised them for saying that this was one of the better productions he has ever seen of the passion play, professional or otherwise. I had to sustain my laughter at that time, since the mics in the choir loft are very sensitive.
And thus, tomorrow I have to go to Easter Mass to sing in the choir yet again... and I still have shit-loads of school work to work on. Fun fun fun fun fun.
(Sorry if I sound bitchy, but in the middle of this post my dad commented how keeping an online journal made me prone to pedophiles. Honestly, this family is far too paranoid!)
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