The night of December 7th was my first time I joined a choral competition in the national scale. And I learned here the essence of winning in different perspectives.
Beforehand, we prepared a lot for this though our respective schedules were sort of toxic and don’t compliment with the spared time for rehearsals. Aside from the usual choral stuff of achieving the right SATB pitches and voice dynamics, we made sure everyone was present every rehearsals and no one would e left behind had changes been made. There were healthy exchanges of jokes, critiques, reprimands, and trash talk of all sorts (and I believe it really was such) which either made or almost broke our hopes and aspirations as a group. Yet, despite these, it was winning that we were all thinking about. That all these must be experienced fr us to realize how hard and tough it would take to win. That there must be no room for failures, no matter how detailed it could be, for us to achieve what they call perfection and, eventually, win.
As the most dreaded yet anticipated time approached, we all felt like our emotions are going to burst out; way too nervous, to top them all. Last-minute polishing was made: choreo, pitching, dynamics, cosmetics. Each of us had our insane moments to ease our nerves so tensed, but they didn’t help. At the back of our minds, again, it was winning that we were all thinking about. That we must be confident at all times and must not feel we are so pressured with the fact that we are competing along with the best of Filipino choirs, locally and internationally, for us not to miss anything and for our performance to run smoothly. That we must think we all did our best during rehearsals and this would somehow give us some comfort whatever happens. That we are doing this for the love of God – Cantus pro amore Dei.
That time came. We (I, rather) were shaking. As we stepped on the stage, I was reminded that we had to give our all for us to win this. Win. Win. Win.
After our performance, I thought, “No matter what the outcome might be, I believe we have won.”
Though that contest showcased how excellent the competing choirs were, I believed we had done our parts so well. We didn’t miss those crucial transitions. We might have a lot of movements up there, but at least we still managed to sing well and satisfy the audience. Also, the fact that we were included in this outstanding roster made us feel we have already won (by experience). Most of all, we might had felt the heat though it was so cold inside the theatre, we all enjoyed.
There were so much to learn from this experience. If one seeks to succeed, he must do his part for him to realize how difficult it would feel. He must not be discouraged whenever words of such might be thrown to him; rather, he must accept them as challenges and opportunities for him to grow. He can look back at his failures, but he must never go back for them, for doing such will only bring him to so much despair and he would never learn how to move on. And most importantly, he must passionately enjoy whatever he is doing.
Through these only we can win whatever we confront. And I know and believe we had achieved all these.
(PS: I learned just now that we actually ranked 3rd out of 7 choirs in the semifinal phase of the competition. Well… Alam na. :) )