My cheeks literally hurt last night after watching the final moments of Fox’s Glee. Sad proof that I’m not used to holding that big of a grin, for that long. Watch the performance of “Don’t Stop Believin'” again — I’ve embedded that scene below for your (repeat) viewing pleasure — then share your own favorite glee club or show choir memories. You know you want to.
My high school choir wasn’t all that showy, but I did spend one month the summer of my junior year touring Europe with the Sound of America Honor Chorus. Our set list included a South Pacific medley (only the soloists, of which I was not one, got to change out of our red, white, and blue uniforms) and a rock medley. For the latter, we all had to choose between ’50s and ’60s attire. And there was choreography. I primarily just had to work my upperbody (dramatic arm raise!) but when we got to the ’60s section, I had to walk around kinda stoned in what my friend Eva refers to as “the dance of the North American Hippie.” (Note: I brought that tape into the office 10 years ago — she can still recreate it.)