I know all of the words. I do not sing along.
Millions of people around the world tuned in live to watch this man sing in a church in an effort to feel part of something together, while we are all distanced from one another.
I can't count the number of times that I sang this song as second soprano in the Knights Of Columbus All Girls Choir, while our Choir Director, a tiny little lady with an odd shape of a haircut would jump up and down, sometimes yelling, sometimes hitting her stick so hard on her music stand that I don't know how either didn't break, practicing sections of each part of the song, over, and over, and over again. (I remember one time she made us say, "I am not a fat cow" because we were singing like fat cows, however the fat cows sing).
Andrea probably didn't have to practice as much as we did, a group of 25 or teen girls.
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