When I arrive at practice on Sunday, there’s no sign of Keith.
“He said he would be here,” I tell Ms. Kogawa.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “We’ll get started without him, and if he shows up late we can just fill him in on what’s going on.”
As Tyler predicted, Bernice has charged full steam ahead on creating a mashup. She passes around neatly stapled pages of lyrics and music, and I notice that she’s even written it all out in musical notation and everything.
“Wow,” says Ms. Kogawa. “You’ve really done a lot of work on this.”
“I figured if I was going to do it, I should do it properly,” says Bernice.
Unfortunately, the songs she’s picked aren’t my idea of a good time. One of them is “Love Doesn’t Die,” a drippy ballad that I recognize as the theme to some stupid action movie from a few years ago. I’ve never heard the other one, “The Brightest Star in Space,” but Bernice informs us that it’s the biggest hit from a recent Broadway musical called Love You to the Moon. She’s certainly done a lot of work mashing them together. They’re both perfectly arranged and organized so that the focus shifts from one to the other, blending at appropriate moments. There’s no denying that they’ll fit together well—just humming them in my head tells me that much—but they’re very slow and overly dramatic, which makes them kind of similar. I thought the idea was to combine two totally different songs. I’m not about to stick my hand up though. I doubt I could explain what I mean if I tried, and I’m sure Bernice would just remind me I don’t have a background in music theory.
“Has anyone else got any ideas?” asks Ms. Kogawa.
“Davis and I kind of played around with a couple of songs,” says Macy. “We thought it might be kind of cool to start with something really cutesy, like a nursery rhyme, and then mash it up with something heavy, like a hard-rock song.”
“Did you come up with anything specific?” Ms. Kogawa asks.
They glance at each other and then Davis counts back from three and they start to sing. Macy begins by singing “Pop Goes the Weasel” and then Davis comes in with “Rock and Roar,” by the heavy-metal band Burn Unit. At first it sounds kind of nuts, but soon they begin to weave together in a unique and surprisingly catchy way. It’s funny and impressive at the same time. After a couple of verses they stop, and Davis takes an exaggerated bow.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” yells Tyler, as we applaud. Bernice smiles stiffly and claps politely, but I can tell she isn’t as impressed as the rest of us.
“Well,” says Ms. Kogawa, “that’s the kind of creativity I was looking for. From all of you,” she hastens to add, smiling at Bernice. “Macy and Davis, do you think you could try to transcribe your piece?”
“Sure,” says Davis. “We could probably do that this week.”
“Are we really going to sing that one?” asks Bernice. She looks out of sorts. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s…funny or whatever, but isn’t it kind of inappropriate?”
“I don’t think so at all,” says Ms. Kogawa. “I think it’s a lot of fun, and I don’t see any reason why we can’t try workshopping both of these ideas. Maybe we’ll add both to our repertoire. Let’s break into groups. Olive, why don’t you join Macy and Davis and help them out, and Gerri and Tyler, you guys work with Bernice. It will be a good opportunity to practice some theory. I’m sure Bernice will be able to teach you guys a few things, and you can give her a couple of new perspectives on her mashup.”
It’s obvious that Bernice has been hoping she would just get to take charge of things herself, but she manages to smile it off. I exchange a look with Tyler, who is obviously as unexcited about this as I am.
There’s a knock on the door, and I look over to see Keith’s face peering in the window at us. He grins and waves when he sees me. Ms. Kogawa opens the door to let him in.
“You must be Keith,” she says.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“We haven’t started rehearsing yet,” she says. “Come on in.”
It doesn’t take long to realize that Keith will fit right in with the group. Not only is he a bass, but he’s got a really strong voice, so he’s able to fill in the empty space by himself even though all the other parts have two people singing them. I can see immediately why Ms. Kogawa was so persistent about finding a bass for choral—as we run through our pieces, they just sound fuller and more complete. Keith looks like he’s having fun too, which makes me happy, since I’m the one who invited him to try out. I start to wonder if Meg is right, if maybe he is interested in me. Unfortunately, Ms. Kogawa tells him to work with Macy, Davis and Olive on their mashup. I was hoping I’d get a chance to hang out with him a bit more.
One unexpected surprise from the practice is that I’m able to keep up with the songs a lot better. I still have to stop and listen often, but I’m picking up on reading quicker than I thought I would. Even just a few weeks of practice have made a big improvement on what I’m able to do.
“That was really great,” says Keith as we’re packing up after rehearsal. “I’m glad you told me about this.”
“Awesome,” I say.
“How do you guys know each other, anyway?” asks Olive.
I’m almost embarrassed to say, but Keith doesn’t seem to care. “We met at the Big Time auditions,” he says.
Olive’s eyes widen. “You guys tried out for Big Time? That’s so cool! What was it like?”
Keith and I look at each other and laugh.
“It wasn’t exactly what I expected,” I say. “I definitely wish I’d been more prepared.”
I’m about to tell Olive that I joined choral club to get more experience for next year’s auditions, but Bernice jumps in before I have the chance.
“Big Time is such a joke,” she says.
“Well, I guess the joke’s on us,” says Keith, obviously unfazed by Bernice and her background.
“I just mean, all these people with no musical training at all, lining up like sheep just to be insulted,” says Bernice.
“Keith has a musical background,” I say.
“Yeah, sure,” she says. “I’m not talking about you guys, of course. There are always some good performers. It’s just amazing how many people think they deserve to be professional musicians without ever having stepped on a stage in their lives.”
“I don’t mind,” says Olive. “And I don’t care how mean Tim Canon is, either. I’m gonna be first in line for auditions next year.”
“Suit yourself,” says Bernice. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll win the whole thing.”
I don’t know about next year, but it sure seems like this year might be Poppy’s. One week after another, I watch as she survives the judges’ critiques and the voting public to make it through to the next round. She’s a fan favorite—every week there are more people in the studio audience holding signs with pictures of bright red poppies and FLOWER POWER written around them in glittery block letters.
The judges are fans too—even Tim Canon is usually able to muster up something nice to say about her performance, and Maria Tillerman, who hasn’t seemed particularly cheerful this season, often calls Poppy her breath of fresh air. Poppy is always gracious and appreciative when the fans are going crazy for her or the judges are giving her compliments. I can’t help but imagine myself onstage in her place, and I wonder if I’m developing the kind of stage presence and musical confidence that would allow me to take it in stride the way she does.
I also wonder how I’d manage to sing the many different genres of music that Big Time features. Most of them would be out of my comfort zone, and although Poppy always manages to stretch her face into that big beautiful smile and deliver the goods, it’s hard to believe she’s really a big fan of some of the music she has to sing. Hard-rock week is followed by disco classics which leads into country shakedown. I doubt Poppy has spent much time singing that kind of stuff in the past.
I guess performing in a choral group is kind of similar, as we’re singing a lot of songs that I wouldn’t be otherwise, but it’s different in that we work through those songs together, trying to find a common sound. On Big Time, the production is slick and prearranged, and Poppy and the other contestants have less than a week to choose, learn and rehearse songs they aren’t even familiar with. If I ever do make it onto Big Time, I’m pretty sure that that will take a lot of getting used to.
I send Poppy a few messages, but I don’t hear back from her. Judging by how hard she’s working, it doesn’t really surprise me. I just hope she’s still having fun.