DailyPrompt—2150

Yes — but never alone.
That has always been the magic, and the comfort.

In high school, I joined the choir as an extra class.
We performed musicals —
Annie, Hello, Dolly!, and a few others.
(Hello, Dolly! stole my heart.)

I loved it because I never had to stand in the spotlight by myself.
No solos — thank God.
If they had asked me to sing alone,
I probably would have bolted straight out the back door.

This was 1986,
and yet I can still feel the thrill of it —
the lights,
the soft hum of anticipation,
the security of blending my voice with others.
Visible, but protected.
Heard, but never exposed.

After high school, during a gap year,
I worked in a boarding school kitchen
and found another choir —
soul and gospel this time.
And suddenly I was singing
in front of thousands.
A massive performance,
filled with emotion, rhythm, and electricity.

And it was glorious.
Not because I felt brave…
but because I wasn’t alone.

I was held
by the strength of many voices,
lifted by harmony,
supported by sound.

Every performance I ever loved
was a shared one.

💜
💫Maggie
The Afterlove Voice💫