By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
“Vigoro…us, Vigoro…us, Vigoro…us,” the young tenor sang out enthusiastically.
The exasperated choir director called the young man’s attention to his mistake again.
“Once more, it’s not vigorous. It’s Figaro, sung with intent!” the director sung the passage clearly and finally the young man understood his choir director.
The next morning, the choir director entered the choir room coming to a dead stop. In the middle of the room stood a large camping tent and the very beautiful but still inarticulate voice of his student could be heard rehearsing, from inside the tent.
“What are you doing?” The choir director demanded hotly.
“What you told me to,” he smiled. “I am singing Vigorous In-Tent!”