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       13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyngaru
       By: Jack Date: December 13, 2017, 4:37 pm
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       [center]Part 1 by Zyngaru[/center]
       “Mom!  I don’t know about this.”
       “Edison you promised.”
       “I know but I can’t sing all that good.”
       “You sing as well as all the other boys who will be trying out.”
       “But that’s another thing.  You know I don’t like groups.”
       “Edison.  You promised me you would try.”
       “I know.  I know.  I’ll try.  But I still don’t like it.”
       Mom is driving us to the City Convention Center where tryouts
       for the All Male Choir are being held.  There are going to be
       three choirs in the Christmas Concert.  One of them will be the
       Adult Choir and another the girls choir and the one mom is
       taking me to try out will be the boys choir.  It is for boys
       under eighteen.  This concert is held every Christmas, and I
       have managed never to go hear it, not even once.  It is not that
       I do not like music or Christmas.  Oh no.  I like both very
       much.  What I do not like is large groups of people.  I am a
       loner.  I am shy and a bit of a geek.  Everyone knows Geeks do
       not like being in large groups, because of how other people see
       them.  It is no different with me.  I get enough grief at
       school.  So why am I going looking for more grief?
       That is easy to answer.  Mom.  Mom is the reason.  I sing around
       the house all the time and mom found a way to trick me into
       promising to try out for the choir.  She extracted that promise
       from me last summer.  Who would have thought she would still
       remember it let alone hold me to it.  Yet here I am in the car
       almost downtown and to the try outs.
       “Name?”
       “Edison Tesla Watson”
       “Age?”
       “Fourteen and a half.”
       “Vocal Voice?”
       “What?”
       “Tenor, Baritone or Bass?”
       “I don’t know.  I sing high.”
       “Tenor it is then.”
       The man behind the counter hands me a blue card with the number
       twelve on it.
       “Go on inside and wait for your number to be called.  The boy
       sopranos will be trying out first then tenors and then baritones
       and lastly basses.”
       Mom and I walk into the large auditorium where a man directs me
       off to one side to where the other tenors are sitting and sends
       mom to where the parents are sitting.  I find a seat with the
       other boys already there, but not to close.  I can hear them
       talking but not so close they will start a conversation with me.
       Below us on the stage is a boy of about nine years old
       screeching something awful.
       “Heck, that kid couldn’t wipe Ignacio’s butt with a voice that
       shrill.”
       “Ya, he ain’t even going to make the choir, let alone Ignacio’s
       back up.”
       Hearing them talking, I begin to giggle, because I have never
       heard of a boy with a sillier name than mine.
       “What you giggling at?”
       “Hey you.  I’m talking to you.”
       “Who me?”
       “Ya. You.  What you giggling at.”
       “That name someone said.”
       “What name?”
       “Ignacio.”
       “Just be glad you’re a tenor and don’t have to compete with
       him.”
       “Ya, he’s sang the solo in the Christmas concert for the last
       three years.”
       “Ya, but this is probably his last year.”
       “Why’s that?”  I ask, to no one in particular.
       “Because he’s twelve and I heard his balls dropped.  No more
       singing like a girl for him.”
       “Ya, he’ll be lucky if his voice don’t break before the
       concert.”
       “Yep, that’s why they’re trying out boys to replace him if it
       does break.”
       “Look down there.  See that blond headed boy sitting with the
       adults.”
       “Ya.”
       “That’s Ignacio.”
       The shrieking boy stops singing and another number is called and
       yet another boy goes up on the stage to sing.  He actually
       sounds really good.  He is hitting all the high notes and has
       nice quality to his voice.  Not shrill, like the last boy.
       “That’s Flynn.  He’s eleven and was Ignacio’s back up last
       year.”
       “Ya, I hear from my little brother that saw him in the showers
       at school, that his balls dropped three months ago.”
       Sure enough when Flynn went for the high notes his voice
       c-r-a-c-k-e-d.  He stopped singing and looked at a guy with a
       beard, who told him to try again.  Then the director guy with
       the beard turned to Ignacio and said something.  Flynn started
       over and this time, made it through the high notes.
       “To bad about Flynn.”
       “Ya.  They might let him have one of the five soprano spots, but
       no way will he be Ignacio’s backup this year.”
       “Why.  Just because his voice broke that one time.”  I ask
       surprised.
       “Exactly.  The soloist can’t break.  He has to be perfect.”
       “Ya.  Can you imagine what would happen if he c-r-a-c-k-e-d
       during the solo?”
       I saw Flynn walking off the stage and I am sure I saw tears in
       his eyes.  I cannot be sure from this distance, but it sure
       looked like his eyes were wet.
       “Okay.  Trebles.  Thank you for trying out.  We will be letting
       you know the results in a couple days.  You may stay and watch
       if you wish or go home.  Tenors, you are up.  Number one, make
       your way to the stage please and number two, move down to be
       ready when he is finished.”
       Numbers one, two, three, four and five all sing and they sound
       pretty good.  They have high voices, but different from the
       little soprano boys who sang before them.  There is a different
       quality in their voices.  What bothers me, is that I know, I
       sound more like the little boys than the teenagers that are
       singing now.  One after the other they each get to sing and now
       it is my turn to move down and get ready.  Number eleven did not
       sound so good.  I just hope I can sing lower like these boys.
       I’m not used to singing this low.
       I go up on stage and the piano player begins and I start
       singing.  It just does not feel right.  I try my best but I can
       see the director shaking his head.  Then from up in the audience
       I hear the one thing I definitely did not want to hear.
       “Stop! Stop!  You have it all wrong.  That’s way to low for
       him.”
       “Ma’am?  Who are you?”  The director asks, somewhat perturbed.
       “I am Marjorie Watson and that is my son Edison.  You have him
       singing the wrong part.  He sings much higher than that.”
       “Mrs. Watson, I assure you that a fourteen year old isn’t able
       to sing higher than what we have set for him.  Even this tests a
       tenors range to the maximum.”
       “I don’t know what a tenor is or what they sing, I just know my
       son sings much higher than that.  Even the song you had those
       little boys is a little low for Edison.”
       “Mrs. Watson.  Those little boys were trebles.  Natural boy
       sopranos.  Only boys before the onset of puberty can sing in
       that range and with that particular sound to their voices.”
       “Sir.  I don’t know anything about all of that, but I know what
       my son can sing and he can sing the song you gave the little
       boys.  Let him show you.”
       “Number twelve, I mean Edison, sorry.  Do you think you can sing
       the other song?”
       “Yes sir.”
       “I doubt it, but no harm in letting you give it a try.  Maxwell,
       play the soprano part for him.”
       This time when I sang it felt so much better.  It is still a
       little low for me, but much better than that tenor stuff.  I see
       the director watching and listening to me with a smile on his
       face, so I must be sounding better.
       “That was good Edison.  You can go now, and I’ll let you know in
       a couple days if you made it or not.”
       “Sir.  I can do it better.  It’s just the piano is messing me
       up.  He is playing it too low.  May I sing it once without the
       piano?”
       “A cappella?”
       “I don’t know what that means.”
       “It means without music.”
       “Yes sir.  A cappella then.”
       “Go ahead.  Let’s see what you got.”
       I sing the song my way, so that I can go as high as I want to
       with the high notes.  As I am singing I see the weirdest look on
       the director’s face and total shock mixed with fear on Ignacio’s
       face.  But for me, I am in heaven, letting my voice go like I
       like to sing.  When I finish there is dead silence in the
       auditorium for a few minutes and then applause breaks out from
       all over the room.
       “My boy.  You are a high Treble.  How can that be?  Your card
       says you are fourteen.  Actually it says you are fourteen and a
       half.”
       “I don’t know anything about all of that, I just know that is
       how I sing.”
       “Have you had lessons?  Singing lessons?”
       “No sir.  I just sing at home.”
       “Okay!  Mrs. Watson.  Your son is special.  I mean really
       special.”
       “I know!  I tried to tell you.”
       “Yes!  Yes!  But what we need to do now is have Edison checked
       over by a doctor and then get him in lessons to train his voice
       for control.”
       Mom and I look at each other in confusion.
       “Ignacio.  We have found your back up if everything checks out.”
       “Edison.  Can you come back in about two hours?  I can have a
       doctor here to look you over and a voice coach to hear you.”
       Looking down at the director, I see Ignacio looking at me with
       what can only be called contempt.  I mean he looks mad, sour and
       evil all at the same time.  Before I can say anything mom jumps
       into the conversation.
       “Yes Mr. Director, Edison will be back here in two hours.”
       #Post#: 2200--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: David M. Katz Date: December 13, 2017, 11:07 pm
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       I think Iggy feels threatened.
       #Post#: 2207--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: Zyngaru Date: December 14, 2017, 12:30 am
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       The missing words:
       His voice c r a c k e d.
       if he c r a c k e d during the solo.
       #Post#: 2208--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: David M. Katz Date: December 14, 2017, 12:31 am
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       [quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=246.msg2207#msg2207
       date=1513233000]
       The missing words:
       His voice c r a c k e d.
       if he c r a c k e d during the solo.
       [/quote]
       I will edit them in to the story for you.
       #Post#: 2209--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: db105 Date: December 14, 2017, 2:44 am
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       Very good beginning. It's always nice rooting for the underdog,
       in this case the boy without any training who just is a natural.
       I guess Edison has not begun puberty yet. I wonder when and how
       a spanking will come into it, though.
       #Post#: 2214--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: Zyngaru Date: December 14, 2017, 9:22 am
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       [quote author=David M. Katz link=topic=246.msg2208#msg2208
       date=1513233077]
       [quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=246.msg2207#msg2207
       date=1513233000]
       The missing words:
       His voice c r a c k e d.
       if he c r a c k e d during the solo.
       [/quote]
       I will edit them in to the story for you.
       [/quote]
       Dave.  Thanks.  It's the forum.  I wouldn't have thought c r a c
       k e d would have been a nasty word.   ;D ;D ;D
       I can only think about how many **** words are going to be in
       the other 4 parts.   ;D ;D
       #Post#: 2215--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: Zyngaru Date: December 14, 2017, 1:05 pm
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       [quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=246.msg2214#msg2214
       date=1513264922]
       [quote author=David M. Katz link=topic=246.msg2208#msg2208
       date=1513233077]
       [quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=246.msg2207#msg2207
       date=1513233000]
       The missing words:
       His voice c r a c k e d.
       if he c r a c k e d during the solo.
       [/quote]
       I will edit them in to the story for you.
       [/quote]
       Dave.  Thanks.  It's the forum.  I wouldn't have thought c r a c
       k e d would have been a nasty word.   ;D ;D ;D
       I can only think about how many **** words are going to be in
       the other 4 parts.   ;D ;D
       [/quote]
       I just did a test on part 5, which I haven't sent to Jack yet.
       Still going over it.  Nothing in it should get the ****.
       I found that n-u-d-e will get **** but naked is okay.
       p-e-n-i-s of course is a no-no.  I am pretty sure I used
       p-e-n-i-s in at least one of the parts.  I know in part 5 I used
       boyhood.
       I am pretty sure I used c-r-a-c-k-e-d in other parts.  I guess I
       should have used broke.  In case his voice breaks instead of in
       case his voice c-r-a-c-k-s.
       From this point on, I am going to test BOTD's before submitting
       them, to get rid of the ****.
       Actually I think I will "preview" all comments and posts before
       posting them, so as to not have the dreaded **** 's.
       #Post#: 2216--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: db105 Date: December 14, 2017, 1:57 pm
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       The anti-swearing system of the forum is not all it's
       c_r_a_c_k_e_d up to be.
       #Post#: 2579--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: kalico Date: December 28, 2017, 4:32 pm
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       I'm really enjoying this one so far.....can't wait to see the
       outcome
       Thanks for sharing
       Hugs kal
       #Post#: 13701--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 13 December 2017 - All-City Christmas Concert part 1 by Zyng
       aru
       By: Adric Date: July 7, 2019, 2:59 pm
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       [quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=246.msg2215#msg2215
       date=1513278356]
       [quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=246.msg2214#msg2214
       date=1513264922]
       [quote author=David M. Katz link=topic=246.msg2208#msg2208
       date=1513233077]
       [quote author=Zyngaru link=topic=246.msg2207#msg2207
       date=1513233000]
       The missing words:
       His voice c‍r‍a‍c‍k‍e‍d.
       if he c‍r‍a‍c‍k‍e‍d during
       the solo.
       [/quote]
       I will edit them in to the story for you.
       [/quote]
       Dave.  Thanks.  It's the forum.  I wouldn't have thought
       c‍r‍a‍c‍k‍e‍d would have
       been a nasty word.   ;D ;D ;D
       I can only think about how many **** words are going to be in
       the other 4 parts.   ;D ;D
       [/quote]
       I just did a test on part 5, which I haven't sent to Jack yet.
       Still going over it.  Nothing in it should get the ****.
       I found that n‍u‍d‍e will get **** but naked
       is okay.
       p‍e‍n‍i‍s of course is a no-no.  I am
       pretty sure I used p‍e‍n‍i‍s in at least
       one of the parts.  I know in part 5 I used boyhood.
       I am pretty sure I used
       c‍r‍a‍c‍k‍e‍d in other
       parts.  I guess I should have used broke.  In case his voice
       breaks instead of in case his voice cracks.
       From this point on, I am going to test BOTD's before submitting
       them, to get rid of the ****.
       Actually I think I will "preview" all comments and posts before
       posting them, so as to not have the dreaded **** 's.
       [/quote]
       I think it's all a matter of how you say it.  Strangely though,
       I don't know a vulgar meaning for
       c‍r‍a‍c‍k‍e‍d.
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