After twisting Allan's arm weekly for six straight Sunday practices of two hours each, we finally had our performance at the Salt Lake Tabernacle. Suits were required. He took the news like a white collared worker, wearing it all day and blended in nicely. You could mistake him for a real Tab Choir singer sitting in the seats looking smug and smart.
The stage was bigger than I imagined. Each seat had a vent beneath it on the floor, blowing fresh air. The organ pipes looked larger than life, and they were. The famous organ sits on a large round turn-table that rotates to whatever position needed. Facing the audience one had to sit still, not wiggle,fall alseep or goof off. Learning the many nuances of conductors and to follow them instead of the music, was a challenge.
Back stage we viewed the official office of the Tabernacle Choir, walked the halls and tried to imagine rubbing shoulders with them. It was a once in a lifetime experience, since Allan said, "Once is enough for him." Well the proof is in the picture.
