We’re going to sing Music of the Storms tomorrow. Which means that this is the day for many things:
- Dress rehearsal – In which at least two people will have never been to the venue and will get lost and/or be a touch late. It’s tradition. It’s like our version of “break a leg.”
- Thudflurrst! – That’s the official technical term (as of now) for the noise your folder makes when it hits the ground, sheet music flying, because well, this is the evening where we practice the motions – when to tuck in the folder, when to clap, when to fistbump. Okay so that last part’s a total stretch.
Result of an extreme “Thudflurrst!”?