In trouble with the choirmaster

In my dream I was singing in the school choir. It was a final rehearsal before a concert at an open day; I was awfully nervous.

Just as the choirmaster raised his conductor’s wand to direct us to start, I knew I couldn’t remember a single word of the song. I was in complete panic, while he noticed at once, despite there being fifty other girls in the choir.

“You,” he stabbed at me with the wands. “Sing it on your own.”

Heart freezing in my chest, I explained that I was having a temporary memory glitch. I couldn’t remember the words. He looked thunderous.

“Out of the room,” he hissed.

“Please, sir,” said one of the other girls. “She’ll remember them when we all start singing.”

I promised I would, and unexpectedly he relented. “Very well. You can stay and sing. But after the rehearsal, see me for your punishment.”

I knew I would be caned when I went to see him, but I didn’t mind: I could stay and sing with all the other girls.

I don’t remember whether I did get caned or not. Knowing dream logic, he probably fed me tea and cakes instead. Which would be completely fine with me – and quite nice when I happened in real life as well!

4 thoughts on “In trouble with the choirmaster

  • 11 January, 2009 at 5:21 pm
    Permalink

    Oh my! Now you’ve done it Haron.

    As a music teacher, this is one image/fantasy that I have always worked hard to keep out of my head.

    Monday is going to be more difficult then usual this week.

    But then there is the adult church choir I direct on Wednesday night…

    Reply
  • 11 January, 2009 at 5:37 pm
    Permalink

    PS: While many music teachers wished we wielded wands; what better to ensure correct pitches then a wizardly flourish of a wand? We are alas relegated to the use of a baton. Though if I were allowed to use a more corporeal approach to instruction, I might consider conducting with a riding crop.

    Reply
  • 11 January, 2009 at 6:45 pm
    Permalink

    Well, thanks. You just ensured that my next choir rehearsals are going to be at least somewhat awkward. Luckily, my teacher usually only conducts with his hands, not a wand/baton. But still. :p

    Reply
  • 11 January, 2009 at 6:51 pm
    Permalink

    Yes, I always think of the baton as a tiny cane. It helps me keep my eyes on the conductor!

    Our choirmaster would never cane a girl, but there’s always a first time!

    Hugs,
    Hermione

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *