Today I became the official piano player for the Tegucigalpa Stake Youth Choir. Poor Tegucigalpa youth. Just jokes. I'm going to practice so hard, just you wait and see.
After finishing my official duties and while waiting for my ride home I happened upon the Tegucigalpa Non-Youth Choir. There I was sitting in the chapel quietly reading my folklore book, listening to the dulcet tones of burgeoning four-part harmony, when I was suddenly accosted by the friendly, yet vehemently earnest stake choir piano player who looked me right in the eye and said "You're of the tribe of Ephraim." Baffled, I acknowledged this and was instructed, in so many words, that it was thus my duty to get off my fat butt and "Go help the tenors, for heavens sake" because you see the tribe of Ephraim, they know about music.
So today, I was also the unofficial piano player for the Tegucigalpa Stake tenors who may, or may not have, appreciated the sweaty semi-musically-inept Ephraimite in their midst.
Oh yeah. And I love it here.
3 comments:
Kelsey! I love it! hahaha
hola kelsey yo tambien soy de la tribu de efrain y, si es un gran deber porcierto tienes un gran don en tus manos sigue tocando para los coros celestes del señor, auque nececitamos practica. jajaajajajaaj
jaja gracias javier. la cosa es que en este caso el coros celestial (ay, que buena nombre para el coro de estaca) son bastante, pero bastante mejor que ese pobre pianista. tonces, gracias por TU paciencia ;)
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