Sooooo, we're singing Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" along with the orchestra. Two words for you: cartalige destruction. We sing a brief passage in the beginning of the work, then stand there unmoving for about twenty-five minutes while the instrumentalists get to go nuts while sitting (except for the basses, poor guys), then burst in once again for
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