Travel back in time with me to my college days, when I was the musical director for our campus- only female a cappella group. Ah, the days when we cared more about the color scheme of our outfits than we did about the harmony of our opening triad â€“ and got away with it! Who could blame us for our shallow preoccupation? We were riding on the coat-tails of gorgeous, high-achieving, ever-popular fore-mothers who taught us the importance of looking as good as we sounded. Each year, dozens of star-eyed freshmen auditioned while only two or three were accepted. We were the â€œa cappella eliteâ€ in our little world. So, you can imagine, once a girl was accepted, she was committed -for life.
It was a Thursday evening rehearsal when Alison, a junior at the time, blurted out an announcement that shocked us all: she quit.
…for the rest of my story, read Part 1 at Like a Warm Cup of Coffee. Sarah Mae is kind enough to post my 2-part story on her well-loved blog. Come back tomorrow for Part 2….