“‘The Priiiiiiiiiince of Peeeeeeeeeeace,’” Brooke sang, eyes closed as the sound reverberated through the university’s choir room. Music rolled over, under and through her, soothing away the stress of the day.
“That sounds great,” Dr. Davis gushed, clapping his hands together. “In fact, all the Messiah sections are coming along beautifully. This concert is going to be amazing. Now, for the carols. Please take out the packets I gave you last time. Sopranos?”
MessiahBrooke lifted her head from her music and regarded the director intently.
“There’s a descant on ‘Hark! The Harold Angels Sing!’ Only do it on verse five. The rest of the time, plan to carry the melody. We’ll have the first altos only on the alto line, and second altos on the tenor line. Everyone understand?”
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