<strong>Mr. Fritz with Evie and Madison</strong><br/><br/>The baton swing down on the full beat. Mr. Fritz recognized the song on the second note. The accompanist didn’t. It would be a cappella. Mr. Frintz would have word for the accompanist but he never let on this was a new plan.<br/><br/>The two girls worked as back ups to the twin sounds of Madison in her soprano and Evie in her melodic alto. It took a full measure before Mr. Fritz was comfortable with their collaboration. After which he and the baton was in full swing.<br/><br/>Three today! The magic number three belong to these two and the first one. It was magic. The door never stopped opening as sound escaped. Although everyone avoided the area within a 20 foot radius of Vern and Moussad as if they were radioactive. The room filled to over flowing. The crowd was on their feet and moving to the singing.<br/><br/>The momentum building to the very end. The finale a harmony that dies away together.  Silence. Several seconds. Then the roof came off and the clapping and cheering was a roar of thunder that seemed like it would not end.<br/>