Kens is in 4th grade & y’all know that she got into Greensboro Youth Chorus (GYC) a few weeks ago, which is a HUGE deal.
Well- my mini-me decided to try out for school chorus & I’m all for this one because this one won’t break bank Momma (aka bank Daddeo), (oh- we are doing GYC, mailing paperwork tomorrow, parent meeting Sunday) anyways & she had tryouts last Monday… welp, she got into regular chorus, which I knew would happen, they practice on Wednesdays, GYC is on Mondays- whew no conflict…
Friday- she comes home and says “Momma- the music teacher kinda fussed at me.” I said “why?” Kens says “she thinks I’m honors chorus ready and asks me to move up, and so I told the music teacher, ok.” Now- when I was in school, I was a 1st soprano singer, sang & competed in all state almost every year, so just imagine the pride that swelled up in this Momma’s big ole ego filled head at this point, as my child is telling me this… I am thinking “Go Kensie, Go Kensie, that’s my baby, Go Kensie, Go Kensie!”
Ok, ok, I’m done with my proud Momma moment!! Bring it home for Momma, baby girl, Kens, LOL.
(Y’all can stop laughing at any time, its not that funny, competitive singing is a tough market in some octives, soprano being one, sopranos are a dime a dozen in some markets…LOL but I am for real, just sayin’ & I know it stinks)
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