You’ll definitely want to watch my terrible recording of Bohemian Rhapsody and if it’s all too much for you, just skip ahead to about minute 2:50, which is where Quinn steps up to the mike. (Sorry, free WordPress won’t let me embed the video here, so you’ll have to click on the words “Bohemian Rhapsody” above and watch the video over at YouTube. Just be sure to come back!)
This is seriously my favorite moment of the entire week. Maybe the entire month.
After the concert, I told Robb, “I think we’ve created a monster!” Quinn loves the spotlight, and rarely if ever gets nervous. The hand shaking gestures you may or may not be able to see were a complete act. The kid is a performer! He got a lot of attention from his classmates for this solo, as well. He was really excited to try out for it. He came home from school one day with the news, “Mom, I got the solo!!” I was thrilled for him! He followed up the news with this confession, “A couple other boys tried out for it, but I was the only one that could hit the note, so I got it.”
Enjoy that, Quinn. That won’t last long.
I had fun laughing and telling anyone who would listen that that soloist was MY son. Robb played and replayed the video of the solo to all his family members. It was a glorious moment in Stott history.
Quinn was not the only one with a fantastic choir concert, as we attended Ryan’s concert the following evening. We are constantly amazed at the caliber of the performances at Ryan’s school. We have really enjoyed every concert this year, but this last one was probably the best of all of them. There were some really fun pieces, some amazing solos, and a great finale with all the choirs (the “Glee” version of “Don’t Stop Believing”).
Ryan, naturally, was the only kid in the choir not smiling. It’s the Stott curse. Too cool to smile.
Also? Why is it that no matter where I sit, there is a microphone between Ryan and my camera? Frustrating. This time I even scored a sweet seat in the front row.
Ryan is planning to be in Men’s Chorus again next year, and it’s looking like Quinn will join him. Which, I assume, means that next year we’ll have half as many choir concerts to attend, but twice as many boys not smiling in their choir photos.