The other night, some 100 singers gathered at the rehearsal hall. There was lots of talking, loud laughter, people signing in, finding music, finding seats, a sea of electrons and neutrons bouncing around with no unifying force to pull them into some sort of order. And then, finally, we started singing, and in that moment it was as though a huge magnet was pulling that chaos of energy into a coherent atom of sound. They say matter is neither created nor destroyed (mostly). But in art, the final creation (if done right and done well) can be far greater than the sum of the parts. So, now we begin the journey, to take 100 voices, and make them all "pretty" in order to make the whole atom of the Bagaduce far more "pretty" than those 100 individual "pretty" voices. This be the choral excellence we pursue, let the voyage begin!