Written for Esther’s Writing Prompts
where the word this week is ‘voice’.
Here’s where the prompt took me.

A number of years ago I was asked to sing for a special Mass at our church: the now late Cardinal Egan of the NY Archdiocese was going to be officiating. The piece that was selected for me to sing was short and simple … just ten words all sung on one note, in response to a verse from the first reading. I’d sung that line a hundred times before and could do it in my sleep.
Ten words, one note, easy.
The day of the Mass arrived; the church was packed with all sorts of bigwigs from the archdiocese as well as a TV crew from Catholic New York. The choir looked resplendent in robes of blue and gold and I was hell bent for leather.
Ten words, one note. I got this.
Fifteen minutes into the Mass and it was time for the response. The organist played the intro, nodded at me to begin and I opened my mouth to sing. Now, let me just say if I had choked and nothing came out of my mouth, it would have been preferable to what did come out … the scratchy squeak of a rusted out fan belt! What happened to my voice? I, a mature, confident, talented woman, had suddenly been transformed into Alfalfa from the Little Rascals!
Ten words, one note, Alfalfa.
My fellow choir members averted their eyes and I couldn’t blame them. To say I was stunned and mortified was an understatement. I just sort of slunk down into my chair and hid behind my music binder. Why is there never a rock to crawl under when you need one?
Ten words, one note, screech.
I was so damn sure of myself; this was supposed to be a piece of cake. I was ready. Did I didn’t clear my throat, drink some water or vocalize before the Mass? Nope, I just plunged into the deep end of the pool head first. Next time I want to make a big splash, I better be sure there’s water in the pool.
Ten words, one note, the end.
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This is I’m Through With Love” by Alfalfa
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I recently watched the Florence Foster Jenkins movie – you can’t have been as bad as her!
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That’s a fabulous movie! No, not quite and definitely not as long!
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Oh goodness, I felt your pain. Love that you included a scene from “Sister Act”, one of my very fave movies!
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Thanks, Rene, for empathizing with me. I’ll never let something like that happen again!.
The “Sister Act’ clip was part of a comment from another reader and I’m very glad she sent it. It’s perfect!
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nothing..the worst
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A day that will live in infamy!
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Adorable Alfalfa. Well, being compared to him isn’t the worst thing. I can relate, not with singing, but with speaking to an audience. 🎤 These things can surprise us!
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They sure can, Michele, and not in a good way! 😳
Alfalfa was such a cutie! 😊
Thanks very much! 😎
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This is what I thought of. I hope you remember “Frasier”…
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Indeed I do! Such a funny show. Thanks, John!
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My empathies! Never went large, and I’m glad for the majority of the population that they didn’t have to hear my “big” solo moments. 😘
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Hahaha! Can’t be that bad! I’m not known for my reticence 😁
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It may have been worse if you had found that rock to hide under as someone may have come along to overturn the rock and them you would be totally embarrassed.
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Ha! I never thought of that! No thanks …. it was bad enough!
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awww, Nancy, … Yup, where is that rock when we need it?, … Reminds me when I was about 10 or 11, There was a couple, a man and woman who asked me to enter a competition, said they’d train me, … They bought me a dress and everything, A organza type pink thing, ( I hate pink, I mean, on me, …) But they suddenly disappeared, can’t remember why, …And I had to go and sing on my own, In front of all those people, … And I got the words wrong, (I think it was ”where the Bee sucks there suck I .” … And by golly , did I suck, … I came fourth out of four kids, … Least I wasn’t fifth, …💙
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Oh, some memories never leave! Thank goodness the judging didn’t stop at 3rd place! 🥉
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I think it usually would have, ..Nancy, …but they felt sorry for me, …🤫
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Bet that was a rude awakening for the Congress well! Hehehe 😂
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Ha! I couldn’t help wondering if the Cardinal was thinking ‘WTF was that?’
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I could have cut that sentence off at “wondering if the cardinal was thinking…..” and be perfectly content. heheheheh
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Looks like spell check corrected my congregation to Congress? WTF!
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No prob! I’m fluent in spell check! 😂
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OMG …Nancy 💜💜
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Hahahaha!!!! Too funny, Sis!
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It was sent with love 💗
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What an experience! We all have these things we wish hadn’t happened, but they make us stronger.
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It certainly made me realize I can’t do something as important as that without practicing!
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We all have to learn lessons sometimes. And you wouldn’t do that again!
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Oops! A mortifying experience. Though I’m sure you did laugh about it later- much later.
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Of course, like everything else. We get over it and move on and hopefully learn!
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Very true my friend
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Goodness gracious, what a calamity … we live and learn (The hard way), Nancy
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That was fantastic! Thank you, dear Ivor! 🥰
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My absolute pleasure, Melanie has always been a favourite of mine 🎶😍😊
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