I’m thinking of a scenario… surely you’ve had one like this before. You meet someone new, instantly recognize them, but have no idea how or why you know them. Tonight, this happened to me as I was amongst a few new friends that I met several weeks ago. It’s sort of an awkward scenario because you don’t want to be the first person to say, “I know you from somewhere,” in case you really don’t… which would then make you look like a total creeper. Although I knew I had no reason to recognize them, their faces seemed so familiar. During continual conversation, we all realized simultaneously why we recognized each other… we were in show choir at different high schools in Indianapolis.
They were not embarrassed, but I was. For the past four years or so, I have been in cities that have absolutely no appreciation for show choir… Cincinnati, OH and Winston-Salem, NC. To them, show choir is for the outcasts and weirdos–and although I was probably both of those things, I was under the delusion in high school that show choir was amazingly cool.
Except… now that I think about how “intense” I thought it was… I get all the more embarrassed. Don’t believe me? Check it out for yourself.
It brought me down memory lane for a few moments as they asked what competitions I went to, what “shows” I was in, which “row” I claimed, etc. We all laughed and made fun of how strange the “Show Choir World” is, one in which boundaries are foreign and being with the same group of people day and night is completely healthy and normal.
All that to say, I do have show choir to thank for my abilities to dance horribly on command or be in front of people without stagefright. And one day, if I ever have a little girl that says, “Mommy, I want to be in Show Choir,” I will reply with, “Honey, let’s try ballet instead.”