Just pissed...but I'll be alright.

I'm so damn pissed! Just got home from the midnight mass which supposedly my choir will sing. However, things turned out not the way it should be. I don't know if it is because they forgot about it or maybe they never considered that this will be our final service.

I've been with my choir for about a year which is composed of high school and grade school youth. We've been serving in our parish during Sunday Masses and at times during Anticipated Masses. I started with them as an aid to help them improve their vocal technique which I've learned when I joined the UP Singing Ambassadors under the leadership of Kuya Ed Manguiat. I've seen their improvement and how they have grown from being "tone deaf" singers and those without placement to almost good singers to start with.

Though I've planned to handle them for a very long time, there are some instances that lead me to letting them go:

1. They don't attend practices even if I tell them. Our regular practices are every Sunday at the parish. Whenever I tell them that we will have practices, they will always tell me that they cannot attend because they will go there and go here, they have many things to do, they will do this and do that. Geesh! Can they just spare like 2 hours for practice only for this? They are just near the parish and 2 hours can't hurt.
2. We don't have a permanent rehearsal place. Before we transfered to the parish for our practices, we used to do it in my house. However, Sundays are literally the busiest time at home thus we cannot accomodate them here, though I tried to convince my parents. I've even wrote a letter to a school within our village if they could spare us for 2 hours to rehearse there. Unfortunately, they denied it implicitly (it's an irony because the principal said last year that if there's anything they can do, we'll just tell them).
3. The project in our company had taken a toll already. I'm not only a musician but a programmer as well, and our project had really taken a toll on all of the developers. What started as a misplanned project bore bad fruits on us, especially on our social life. One of my officemates who is part of the team almost lost his family because of the successive overtimes, overnights and going to work during Saturdays, Sundays and even holidays.
   

I've had enough! I've given every thing to my choir and I don't see the gratitude in them (well, not all of them).

I guess I've done my part already. It's up to them now.

To end, while I was on my way home, I sent this message to the group:

Guys, thanks for everything. It's graduation time. God bless to everyone.