The Choir Room

When I opened the door of the jeep, I could smell the air changing. It was in that in between stage of summer and fall. The jeep was so high I had to jump to the ground where my feet hit the asphalt and my feet sunk lower into my gym shoes. I clutched my green folder in my hand tightly, suddenly getting butterflies in my stomach. As they twirled and whirled, I had to keep myself from sprinting to the door.

Next to me, my friend was chatting away about her day at school, but I could barely pay attention. A grin crept up onto my face, and it took every fiber of my being not to laugh and smile so that all of my teeth were showing; I, of course, had to pretend I was wholeheartedly invested in my friend’s description of her day.

We approached door 30 and I yanked it open, letting my friend go through first. We made a sharp left turn through the blue doors and down the ramp in the band hallway. I felt as though I was about to burst open and confetti was going to fly out of me! I had waited for this day for so long, and it was finally here. We came to a halt before the shut choir doors and my friend glanced at me.


I nodded so hard I thought my head was going to go flying off. She pulled one of the doors open and a feeling of excitement and love rushed over my whole body. I never understood why people cried at weddings. Happy tears, what are those? But this time, I felt it; I wanted to cry as I laughed and hugged all of my friends who were also clutching folders and wearing gym shoes. My hands shook with excitement and I let myself bare a toothy smile. People were bustling and talking so loud we all practically had to scream out of excitement.

I looked around and saw familiar faces. Faces I had seen just three months ago, but also faces I had never seen before. I saw faces creasing as they smiled from ear to ear. I saw faces as they sang with joy. These weren’t solely faces though, they were my friends, and the fact that I was here with them in the choir room just like so many times before made me overflow with an ineffable amount of love and comfort.

Eventually, my director made us all sit down as he told a lame joke, but we laughed anyway. We sang and danced and talked and laughed, and I was reminded of how much I love this place, how much I love these people.

In the picture above, you can see some of the people in my choir class standing in the choir room. They make me laugh and smile; there’s truly never a dull moment when I’m with them. They are the reason why the choir room is such an important place in my high school.

This place, the choir room, where I have had show choir for six hours a week and choir for fifty minutes every day for my entire high school career, is my home away from home. In it, I am reminded of how loved I am and how much passion I have for music. I couldn’t have asked for a better place to learn how to sing with my friends by my side.