SOL #12: The Hills Are Alive

I just resisted temptation for an hour straight.  It was a struggle, and a sacrifice, but I called upon reserves of strength, and made it successfully through.  It was, as most parental offerings are, entirely unnoticed and unremarked upon by others, so I take to my blog to brag.

The community youth choir my daughter is participating in this year, realizing that their spring performance would be happening a week before their hosting high school's production of The Sound of Music, decided to work with the set that would be on stage and learn a number of songs from that musical.  From the upper level choir's beautiful harmonies on "The Hills Are Alive (With the Sound of Music)" to the charming use of younger and older voices responding to each other in "Do-Re-Mi" to the grand finale of, naturally, "So Long, Farewell," I resisted.*

Yes.  I sat through an entire performance of songs from The Sound of Music without singing along even a little bit.  I may have tapped my toes a little more than my son found seemly, and the people behind me may not have appreciated how I swayed enthusiastically in my seat, but I kept my mouth shut.

All right, fine--at one point during "The Lonely Goatherd" I realized I was lip synching the yodeling, but I stopped as soon as I noticed.  I am very proud of myself.


* It always throws me for a moment when the line about "I flit, I float, I gently flee, I fly" doesn't go "I flit, I float, I gently, I gently, I gently, I gent---bye, good bye..." since the record I listened to constantly growing up had a skip right there.

Written as part of the Slice of Life March writing challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers