Since February this year I have met with 7 other singers from the choir every other week. We call ourselves NADA, meaning “Noen av Diandre” (Diandre is the name of the choir we all are members of). Yesterday was our “kick-off-rehearsal” this season followed by a garden party, where we performed for our spouses and were videotaped by Michael. To our own excuse – we were perhaps not a hundred percent focused at this moment, but nevertheless, I find it doesn’t sound bad at all
