in a place where a single chord echoes like the tone in a bell. Imagine playing the same piano as the best musicians of this century. Imagine, our little high school choir sang at the best-known and most mythical stage in North America.So, how do you get to Carnegie hall?
Practice, Practice, or be a genius! – Well, in our case we had been practicing since the fall to understand the meaning behind our repertoire and to sing it with beauty and feeling.
The view from the stage was utterly magnificent. The trim was all done in gold leaf, which contrasted nicely with the cream walls. A circular crystal chandelier dominated the ceiling but I don’t think it act
ually gave much light. The experience was surreal; I felt like we were singing in another century. Because of the preparation, hype and mystic of the hall, I have never felt so connected to our music. Mr. Lee, our conductor, directed us with many eloquent pauses allowing our chords to ring out across the hall. In those pauses, we could hear ourselves sing. And the power! The acoustics there make you feel as if anything is possible—flight, calculus, or brilliant solos. Singing at Carnegie was a spectacular experience.
