There's nothing entirely like the rush of performing to an audience. A real audience provides to the performers excitement, nerves, and a sudden, strong desire to prove themselves. It's this last that sometimes lends the performers a reckless sponstaneity paired with the instinctual concentration of a predator.

This is what we felt last night. Our soloists broke out of their timidity to a new level and vocal instrumentals functioned as shining steel parts of a precision machine. A precision machine which, by the way, appeared to be having fun.

So, here's to my girls, the TrebleMakers, who I have taught, cajoled, coddled, scolded, nurtured, and grown to love over the last two months. I couldn't be prouder.