Sunday...Sunday was fun, fantastic and a big boost to all the guys taking part.
Not without a few alterations. Our esteemed director said she wanted it a bit rougher, the singing at the start that is, more broad Scottish. So we all grabbed our sticks (broom handles, aka guns) and made with the roughness. Hey, whaddya know - it worked. And even the harmonies came easily this time.
Then it was time for the shouting...well, someone's gotta play Sarge and give the commands. Yours truly's in that role. Shouting - yeah, I'm good at that. But MIL-spec / drill sergeant shouting? Hmm - needs work methinks. But there's only 5-6 phrases I have to deliver so it's not too onerous in the brain department. Guess I'll have to research my role - "It ain't Half Hot Mum" and "Full Metal Jacket" come to mind. Any other suggestions?
Oh - one more thing: rucked boxers!! You know who you are!
Sky takes the Soul
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