This day is the most important day of our trip. All other itineraries and plans are put on-hold. I had to be physically and musically prepared for the concert in the afternoon.
We began our day in a very inspiring way. We heard mass at the St. Francis Catholic Center. There were several Filipinos, Westerners and a few Japs present in the mass. It was unbelievably simple. There was no music at all. I found it incredibly ironic that a choir present in a music-less celebration. I was itching to sing, and I am not alone in that feeling.
Before the final blessing, newcomers to the congregation were requested to introduce themselves. Our group was represented by our conductor. He shared that we will be having a concert in the afternoon, together with two other choirs. The priest, then, apologized for the "silent" mass. He relayed that the music director was in the Philippines for a short vacation. He also asked us to sing the final song, since we are already there. Of course, we indulged. At the end of the mass, several people thanked us. It was such a great feeling to share our talents to people who were yearning to hear God in our music. I have never felt that same need for music in any other environment.
After the mass, we had to rush to the concert venue (Tokyo Metropolitan Art Space in Ikebukuro). Of course, we can't help comparing the amenities of the theater. Everything is new, automated and clean. The backstage area looks immaculate. Jusko, we can't refrain ourselves from comparing it to CCP's backstage/bodega. We are feeling the pressure of giving them (SYC and Gaia) the same exceptional facilities and accommodations. Where can we find them in our third world country? Well, at least we can provide them chauffeurs and trips to the beach.
While waiting in our dressing area, we kept ourselves busy with trips to the nearby convenience stores to sample Japanese bread, sushi and various drinks. Some spent more time fixing up their hair, make-up and costumes.
Come concert time, we went up to our designated place in the audience. I am surprised that the concert hall was nearly full. I didn't know that there were so many music-enthusiasts in Japan. We were second-in-line to perform. Many commented that they enjoyed Cayabyab's Anima Christi. It brought tears to their eyes (daw). Of course, we are delighted to hear that. That is one of the reasons why we work so hard.
Since we worked so hard, we deserve to reward ourselves. A few steps away is cozy resto/bar dressed up for our get-together. It was extremely small for 100 people so only a few got seats. I was one of those lucky few who got a table near the buffet. I heard shouts of "Kampai" all over place. I didn't know that you'd have to finish the drink when you say the magic word. Of course, the younger people enjoyed themselves. I came out of the party sober, thanks to my OJ.
The party couldn't come to a close without chika songs from each choir. We sang Dahil Sa 'Yo. SYC rendered a lovely piece which I'd like to learn. Gaia sang Rosas Pandan. It was wonderful to hear the Japanese sing the Visayan song. Their accent is quite evident. Gaia's conductor, Ko M., was a fabulous host. His comic ways livened up the group.
It was the last time we'd see everyone before we host them in Manila next year. It was great to make friends with them. I never thought Japanese people could be that gracious and mild-mannered.
This experience certainly changed my outlook about Japan and her people.
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It has been a week since I got back. Still, I haven't found the time to upload my pictures. I am still catching up on affairs and people I left behind. Please bear with me.
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