I'd never been through all of Mozart's Requiem before that night. (I can still definitely say I've never sung Mozart's Requiem because I personally believe my batting average in terms of hitting notes has to be above .160 to say I've actually sung something.) Then again, nobody's really sung through Mozart's Requiem because he died before he finished it. Now I want to listen to Amadeus again . . .
It didn't matter that I was barely keeping up with the music, let alone the unfamiliar words, or that there's always one
violin that's flat. At certain moments, these things don't matter when
you're making music. The thing is that there were more than enough people who knew what they were doing all around me, so I still had that feeling of being a part of something huge and lovely in those moments when I was carried up and away by the beauty of voices singing music to God.
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