Lucy Coase (vocalevil) wrote in vocaladrenic, @ 2010-02-21 12:34:00 |
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Regionals Log
Who: Vocal Adrenaline
When: Saturday
Where: An auditorium
What: REGIONALS
Regionals were highly anticipated this year and everyone knew it. With the rumours of McKinley’s New Directions and their dramatic improvement, pushed on by the Lima Times, it was turning out to be the most anticipated local-level show choir event in Ohio in the decade.
When Vocal Adrenaline showed up at the theatre on January 20th, there was general silence. No one else had arrived yet, but Lucy and Dakota had decided that more rehearsal was better. Taking to the stage in their blue, black, and silver costumes, they were put through their paces, going through their dances twice before the next team even arrived – and they had rehearsal after.
While the other teams took to the stage for their rehearsal, Vocal Adrenaline was in the green room, running through vocal warm-ups and dance steps. At their time, they took to the stage once more. With the band playing and the set well-designed and presented, they rehearsed their numbers in rapid succession, and then headed off the stage.
Back in the green room, Lucy sat her pupils – students of life, song, dance, and forget the rest of it – down for the usual pep talk. “You’ve heard the hype,” she began, “but we are greater than hype. Vocal Adrenaline is legend.”
“We’ve taken this title for ten years running. Upstarts that rehearse barely twice a week and have had more coaching switches than months of rehearsal, teams which have gotten by on pure luck – they can’t match us. We are better than ever before,” she continued, volume raising slightly, but emphasis increasing far beyond that, despite the niggling voice in the back of her head telling her to check her facts. “We took Sectionals in a breeze, against qualified competition, the best our area could offer. They faced the girls rehab show choir and a deaf choir and it was considered a close race. We can do this.”
To anyone who knew her, it was clear that Lucy wasn’t as composed as she pretended – she was fixated. But the younger Adrenalites wouldn’t pick up on it and the older ones wouldn’t question. And Dakota – he could be dealt with.
A flick of her wrist indicated that the sitting members were to stand. “To Vocal Adrenaline, the greatest show choir in Lima, Ohio.” Her hand was in, and all the others fit their hands into the circle.
“One, two, three!”
“Vocal Adrenaline!” The shout was enough to cause early audience members to turn their head.