It’s just a room. In fact, it’s a choir room, tucked away in the farthest corner of the old church at the intersection. In this room are empty black chairs, arranged in a semi circle, with empty black music stands in front of them. The air is usually heavy with dusty silence.
It’s just an old choir room. It has been almost completely forgotten, if it were not for what happens once every week.
Once a week, the old choir room comes alive. 15 young people, none alike, fill this room each week. They bring with them black cases of all sorts of sizes: big, small, medium. In those black cases lies power, the power that revives the old choir room and brings it to life again.
Every week, the empty black chairs are filled with young people.
The music stands are crowded with sheet music.
And best of all, the air is no longer silent for the next one and a half hours.
Instead, it is filled with the sounds of string instruments, of the sounds of young people playing their heart out. Each of them is so different and unique, but they all share a common bond: their passionate love for music. Why they chose such a dusty, forgotten choir room to practice in is an intriguing question, perhaps one that we will never know the answer to. They could easily have chosen some other room – one that is more convenient to practice in and isn’t so old. But all we know is that, once a week, the old choir room comes alive with MUSIC.
And the legend of the old choir room lives on.
That Girl Over There