We have a magazine in Little Rock called "Soiree" that photographs high-profile events around central Arkansas. Low and behold, they contacted my school a few months ago about doing a write up of our choir program ('cause we're highfalutin like that). Well, one thing led to another, and the "little" article turned into a two page article, which then turned into the cover of the magazine! A few of my students even got to be in the magazine as well. Chalk this up as one of the most exciting events of my life.
(They told me to stand like that. And I kept smiling, and they kept telling me not to smile.)
I've been told three times already that it looks like I should have a cigarette in my hand instead of a microphone, like I'm Cruella Deville. Not quite the look I was going for, but I didn't have much say in the whole ordeal. It was like I was in a New York City photo shoot or something. They did props, hair, make-up, wardrobe... the whole shebang.
So let me go ahead and answer the number one question everyone keeps asking. Did I get to keep the clothes? No, I did not. I did not pick them out or keep them. I sent the artistic director my measurements and she came with a rack of clothes to choose from when she got there and actually saw me for the first time. The kids wore their regular school uniforms, but they beefed them up a bit with lettermans, cardigans, vests, and knee-high socks... and roller skates.
As for the group shot, we had "the rock star," "the jock," "the cheerleader," and "the punk girl." Ironically though, none of those characteristics really fit the kids in real life . . .which only means they are just really good actors :)
FYI, you can't see it in the picture below, but my shoes were not only ridiculously high and bright blue, but fuzzy as well! Between our shoes and roller skates, me and Natalie could hardly stand up.
This is by far my favorite! I want to blow it up to 1000x1000.
You can read the full article HERE or you can pick up a free copy of Soiree at many businesses and restaurants throughout Little Rock.
Finally . . . it pays to be a choir nerd!