Poor Beatrice! The choir and the opera have kept her really busy, and now she's dealing with a cold. (I wonder how Giuseppe largely avoided getting sick.) At last night's choir rehearsal, we were going to start on the Andrew Lloyd Webber song that was the official song of the 1992 Barcelona Olympics, but it turned out that when they copied out the score, they missed one page! There's another song we're going to take up, but that score had one page printed upside down. It wasn't Beatrice's day.
In a couple of weeks the opera soloists are going to put on a fundraising gala concert, and the chorus--or at least some of the chorus people--will be doing a couple of numbers. This evening the chorus came to the Bickford Center to rehearse our numbers. We're doing two Verdi numbers: the Slave Chorus from Nabucco and the Drinking Song from La Traviata. Fortunately, I'm pretty familiar with both of them from the choir.
For the Drinking Song, both soloists came to rehearse with us. One of them was Carrie Parks, who I confirmed was Fiordiligi at the Cosi Fan Tutte performance I saw on Friday. I complimented her performance, and she was predictably grateful.
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