I attended a concert at Esplanade and bought a ticket for the VIP Box section of the Foyer Stall seats. This means that I was given a single seat which can be moved. It is not joined to the other 3 seats in my row.
I entered my section via a separate door which leads to another 2 doors. The usher asked if I was a friend of one of the performers. I guess few people go to this section. The ironic thing is that the real VIP was seated in the Stall section a few rows away from the stage.
The section was exclusive. Thus, when the other members of the audience and I exited it, people who were seated in the non-VIP Foyer Stall seats looked at us in curiosity. It felt nice to be regarded in this way :)
The most striking thing was that we were not elegantly or formally dressed. Perhaps that is why we had those looks. Lol. I realised then that being a VIP, whether real or otherwise, is not due to the clothes worn but to the cultured behaviour portrayed. I'm glad that I knew the correct moment to applaud after each performance by each choir. This makes me somewhat worthy of being in that section. :P Most people applauded after each song, but really, it should be done after all the songs by each choir. Of course, the real VIP was one because of his musical achievements in the history of Singapore's choral industry. Guess what, he wore simple attire.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Call event
While doing my daily prayer, God affirmed us by speaking through the Gospel. The theme of our musical was the same as the theme of that day's Gospel: what profits a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul.
It was a night of miracles. All came into place. Seats were filled up as the event began. Our makeup was done perfectly and in time. Almost all who were sick or lacked adequate sleep were sustained through the event. We were granted mercy to surpass in technicalities. My "taboo" was not revealed amidst the lighting and movements. My timing was present for the Indian dances and I had no backache as I usually had for the rehearsals. It really matters that my legs were in perfect condition to dance and move. I actually went down the steep stairs at the side of the stage without any help! I could also walk a long way to Aunty Joyce's car after the event. Praise God! Alleluia! The Malay dance was still not perfect though.
God truly revealed His marvels when some members of the audience were visibly touched. I feel so glad and honoured to be one of His instruments in this aspect. I've wondered whether the phenomenon would ever happen again, and indeed He showed me that it has never vanished.
It was a night of miracles. All came into place. Seats were filled up as the event began. Our makeup was done perfectly and in time. Almost all who were sick or lacked adequate sleep were sustained through the event. We were granted mercy to surpass in technicalities. My "taboo" was not revealed amidst the lighting and movements. My timing was present for the Indian dances and I had no backache as I usually had for the rehearsals. It really matters that my legs were in perfect condition to dance and move. I actually went down the steep stairs at the side of the stage without any help! I could also walk a long way to Aunty Joyce's car after the event. Praise God! Alleluia! The Malay dance was still not perfect though.
God truly revealed His marvels when some members of the audience were visibly touched. I feel so glad and honoured to be one of His instruments in this aspect. I've wondered whether the phenomenon would ever happen again, and indeed He showed me that it has never vanished.
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