The Ward Choir Anger
So I have been attending our ward choir. Not because I really want to but because, like all good Mormons, my guilt compels me there.
I am not a great singer by any stretch of the word but I can carry a tune and I can sight read music a little. So by ward choir standards I am freakin’ Luciano Pavarotti.
So the choir director makes me sit next to a guy who can’t sing his way out of a wet paper sack, in hopes that he can follow me and pick up on how to sing parts.
However, in the last few rehearsals a development has started that I don’t love concerning this brother. He keeps criticizing me on how I sing. “You sang that part wrong”, “You are singing “yeah” instead of “yea”, and my personal favorite “you are sing to loud, who do you think you are Luciano Pavarotti?”.
I have tried to bite my lip and thank him for his constant critiques of my already fragile self-esteem when it comes to my ability to sing, but enough is enough.
I think this brother is why more fist fights break out in ward choir than any other church meeting, second only to PEC.