The Rehearsal

In another twenty-four hours, I will be seated before my mother's mirror and will be in the middle of a hair and make-up session. I can't believe how quickly the week has passed. My Monday morning stroll by the beach seems an age ago. I've already hit the surreal stage.

Last night's rehearsal was intense, tense but beautiful. The flower girls and page boys made us all so proud. They smiled, they obeyed and they walked. My father did his most important task well (he got it right on the first try without any instruction) - he took my hand and unhooked it from his arm, and then placed it in Lin Kiat's palm. Even the lady helping us rehearse was impressed by my dad. You'd think he'd done this before!

The small choir group put together by my brother rehearsed too. They sounded marvellous. All six singers were miked up (with no small assistance from Bert, one of the members of Akatones) and our friend, Peiming (PhD student in piano, no less!) played on the electric piano. Lin Kiat and I sat on our chairs and looked up to where they were singing. I'd never felt so happy - sitting next to my fiance in church and listening to the most beautiful hymns.

Posted by Monoceros at July 18, 2003 10:57 AM