07-06-2019, 05:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2019, 02:09 PM by Stephen C. Clarke.)
Stephen removed his hat and wiped the sweat off his brow. He had only three flyers left to hang up; he'd make the place where he hung his last one a pub. It was far too hot, and he needed a drink and to get out of the sun.
He drove a flyer into the post in front of him. It read:
Audition Night
Stephen propped the church door open to let in the breeze, then sat in one of the pews to wait until singers started to appear. He checked his pocket watch; it was 6:30. No one was particularly prompt, it seemed.
He'd made himself a neat set of audition forms, with staff lines where he could notate each singer's range, and space for him to jot down their strengths and weaknesses. He didn't expect to turn anyone away, but he needed to know what level of repertoire to choose - at least to start. They'd improve with instruction.
He wondered if any of his singers from the church choir would appear.
He drove a flyer into the post in front of him. It read:
Quote:Open Audition Callfor theNewly FormingWhitby Choral Society
No experience necessary
All voices welcome
Thursday, 19 July 1894
7 p.m.
St. Hilda's Anglican Church
Audition Night
Stephen propped the church door open to let in the breeze, then sat in one of the pews to wait until singers started to appear. He checked his pocket watch; it was 6:30. No one was particularly prompt, it seemed.
He'd made himself a neat set of audition forms, with staff lines where he could notate each singer's range, and space for him to jot down their strengths and weaknesses. He didn't expect to turn anyone away, but he needed to know what level of repertoire to choose - at least to start. They'd improve with instruction.
He wondered if any of his singers from the church choir would appear.
