Post #225: Dedicated to: The Heart of Christmas; Matthew West
We did a lot of awesome stuff in jazz choir in high school. Jazz festivals in Colorado, Reno, Fullerton, singing at mass at St. Peter's Basilica and all over Italy, 6 am rehearsals, performing for Rio Norte, standing ovations...Two years in VHS's "Two N Four" vocal jazz group were two of the best years ever.
One morning we were supposed to sing the Star Spangled Banner at WalMart, for its grand opening or something like that. We had a period of 45 minutes to get dressed in our choir dresses/suits, pile into people's cars, head to WalMart, sing, and get back in time for 3rd period.
K-, C-, and I piled into S-'s car. Now, mind you, S- had only just gotten her license, and technically wasn't supposed to be driving anyone under the age of 25. But it was a less than 5 minute drive, so we figured things would be all right.
We were running late. So very, very late. So S- was speeding. A lot. 16 miles above the speed limit, to be specific. By the time I spotted the cop sitting on his motorcycle, it was too late. We were speeding, and we were caught. Needless to say, we did not make it to WalMart to sing our country's great national anthem. We were sitting in S-'s car in a parking lot off the street, waiting for the police officer to finish writing us up.
There are so many more of these memories stored up in my brain. I miss 2 'N' 4 something fierce.
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