My high school choir, along with two other high schools, were to perform in a large church in downtown L.A. We sang Mendelson's "Hallelujah." I had been begging my mother to let me buy some high heels and she finally agreed that I could for this performance.
So I bought some "high" heels and wore them with my long robe. When the school bus got to the church and we got off we had to wait in a long line in the sun for at least an hour. That was long enough for my feet to start "killing" me. I never knew that feet could hurt so much.
When we filed onto the platforms that were set up in the chancel it came to be my turn to stand in place just where the large priest's chair was, next to the bottom row and I sat in it. Not sure that I should, there I remained . . . a miracle, and gratefully sang my soprano part. Hallelujah!!!
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