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Reflections...


        I                                                        by Katie Butler Johnson
           love to travel.
           Trips are  particularly  enticing  when they  include  a  rare
           opportunity. My recent  trek to  Washington D.C. was just
        such a trip.                                           When groups reserve spaces and someone fails to show up, the
                                                               ticket taker saves the extra space to give to someone “at her
        I went with the Allen Symphony Chorus to be part of the 147   discretion.” Armed with that knowledge, I humbly approached
        singers assembled from across the country by Manhattan Concert   the ticket taker.  She claimed she didn’t have any extra spots. I
        Productions  to  perform  Durufle’s  Requiem  at  the  Kennedy   told her I would just wait around quietly in case one came up.
        Center on June 18, 2018.
                                                               After about 20 minutes, I thanked her for her consideration and
        My journey was prompted by a phone call last year from Rusty   told her I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to see the museum
        King, Director of the Allen Symphony Chorus. He dangled the   and still make my rehearsal if I waited much longer. She asked
        opportunity in front of me like a carrot.
                                                               what the rehearsal was for. I told her I would be singing at the
        I’d retired from the chorus several years before. As  a great-  Kennedy Center the next evening. Her eyes lit up as if I’d uttered
        granny with afib, I wondered if I would have the stamina to stand   the password. She reached into her back pocket, pulled out one
        and sing for the length of the Requiem. Was I sensible enough   of those “discretionary” tickets she “just” remembered she had
        to decline? Of course not! I considered it a challenge and was in   and ushered me in.
        from the get-go.
                                                               The Museum is a gem. I won’t tell you about it and spoil the fun
        We  started  rehearsals  in  September  2017.  They  intensified  in   of discovering it for yourself. I’ll just hint that the top two floors
        early 2018. When my afib started complaining, I took time out to   are not to be missed.
        quiet it with an ablation at Baylor Heart Hospital in Plano. That   The morning after the concert, when we were waiting for the bus
        slowed me a bit.
                                                               to take us to the airport, Rusty dangled a second carrot in front
        About mid-March, I realized I didn’t have the stamina to stand   of me. He is currently in negotiations with Manhattan Concert
        and sing for the time required. Did I bow out gracefully? You   Productions to bring the Allen Symphony Chorus to New York’s
        guessed it. No. Instead, with the blessing of my doc, I devised an   Carnegie Hall in May of 2020.
        exercise program to build stamina: water aerobics, tap dancing,   Should I take a bite of that carrot?
        walking and drumba. It worked. Not only did it boost up my
        stamina, it whittled me back into my performance attire. I had no
        problem standing and singing on stage or touring the D.C. area
        during a muggy heat wave.
        While amid fellow choristers in the Hall of Nations at the
        Kennedy Center  awaiting  admittance  to the Green Room the
        night of the concert, the significance of it hit me all at once. I got
        goose bumps. I’d be following the footsteps of legends who’d
        performed on that storied stage. Being able to add my voice to
        the music filling the Kennedy Concert Hall was magical.
        I did touristy things in DC: took the hop on/off bus tour; saw
        a one act play at the Ford Theater; took pictures of the White
        House with  Secret  Service  perched  on the  roof indicating
        president was there; took a night tour of the Capitol and went on
        an 11pm cruise of the Potomac.
        There was one museum I was eager to visit: the new African
        American Museum. I approached a guard outside to ask where
        you buy tickets. She told me tickets were free. But, you could
        only get them online Monday through Friday for specific time
        frames. Since it was Sunday morning, I was out of luck. Or was
        I?  After a little more bonding and subtle probing, she confided
        there was a way to get in even if you didn’t have a ticket.



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