I used to think choir singing was for geeks and church individuals. Since I was not one or the other, I never thought to be sung in a gathering—despite the fact that I adored singing without anyone else. At that point, in my 20s, I wound up confronting a major, dark gap of melancholy. I recollected how much fun I had once sung Christmas hymns with a bow at his congregation. Distress pressured me into taking a potentially rash action. I joined a group, choir. It was a long voyage, yet I realize that it's justified, despite all the trouble.
Minister of St Peter and St John's Church, Rugby
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Rugby Musician's Union