Title: Ave Verum Corpus
Description: Choir Music
Nebti - March 6, 2006 04:52 PM (GMT)
Ave Verum Corpus -- MusicPeaces like that weren’t heard everyday, nor were they always executed so well. Still, as a music teacher, Angel couldn’t help noticing a lack of strong beginning and ending conscientes and an utterly painful distortion of vowels. Pitch, tonality, chord changes, they were wonderful but they were only part of the peace.
Where was the speech quality Latin peaces demanded? They required the use of clear Latin vowels without the disruptive diphthongs so common in the English language. Though, she had to admit, for a high school choir they were particularly talented. She had considered starting a choir class with one of her music classes, but she wouldn’t truly know where to begin. She had spent far too much time with instruments.
Oh well.
With the ending of the peace and the beginning of an intermission in the contest, Angel stood and stretched out her aching back. These contests always took a lot out of her when she had to play a judge. Between soloists, duets, trios, quartets, sextets, festival choirs, concert choirs, mens’ choirs, womens’ choirs, chamber choirs, pianists, violinists, flutists, and all other manor and sort of vocal group or instrumental group in the city and state that qualified to compete, Angel made her escapes in the sweet and simple indulgence of a little chocolate. At this point in her life, a little extra on the hips wasn’t going to hurt her. And so, as with every resolution she made, she conveniently forgot lint and popped a peace of a rich, Dutch chocolate into her mouth and hid the rest of the bar in her purse.
What would her students say?
Angel chuckled at the thought as she moved up the rows of empty seats and out into one of the crowded halls. Students waiting to perform huddled in groups and whispered excitedly about the last group and their ratings and how good their own ratings typically were. Several schools were known to be 1 ratings no matter where they performed, and no matter what instructor they had.
Some, even angle, suspected a little bit of heavy handed judging.
But, no one could say for certain.
The little crowds of students shuffled out of angel’s way as she weaved her way over to one of the blue rooms. Inside a lunch table had been set up, as well as the blessed thing Angel was searching for, a simple water fountain.
She sighed, relieved, and slid across the quiet, empty room, thanking her lucky stars to be the one to pick up the last plastic cup.
