And again, the ever persistent need of reassurance.

Tomorrow is SYF. Months of work, stress, frustration, disunity - it all boils down to this.

Of course I am nervous. Some of you know how much I love this choir. Though students come and go, these four years are carved into my heart - and its not over yet.

Yes, we are all vying for that top position. Gold, we will be truly satisfied with a gold. We are all tired from giving our all, days before the competition. And I am so proud of everyone, because whether you say you care about SC Choir, you bothered to give it your all. We are drained, physically and emotionally, and this fatigue is the proof of our love.

But tomorrow morning, when we step on that stage, I plea that we do not sing to compete, but sing to sing. Do not base our efforts on that Gold, or Silver, or Gold with Honours, but rather the reason for our efforts. If you give, it will be there, in your eyes. It will be in the hearts of the audience, beating faster and faster as they hear our story, each chapter etched into each note of each thrill, of trembling tension beneath the monotone.

What we are singing, though on the outside we may seem to be singing stories of pixies and goblins, of life after war, of cheeky and flirty malay girls, but truly, the story is about us, about a choir who loves singing, a group of girls who love each other, and months of frustration and effort. This is our peak, our climax, and no matter the result of that competition, I hope we will have a happy ending.

God Bless SC Choir.