Written by Tara de Barbarac, Photo by Mae Lockheart
This past Friday I have taken part in a now-twice occurring event in the Ravenclaw girls’ bathroom – affectionately referred to as the Ravenclaw Shower Choir.
It may be an odd-sounding name for four girls singing in the shower – but it is surprisingly accurate in describing the effect. On both occasions, whilst absent a particularly tuneful start, second year Essa Nazari has begun famous Muggle songs; and the result has been something quite extraordinary. Despite not being present for the first event – a stirring rendition of A Whole New World from the Muggle film (a kind of moving picture with sound) Aladdin – I was certainly a part of the second.
Nazari’s first vocalisation at this time was “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?”; anyone who has spent any time in the Muggle world would know this instantly as Bohemian Rhapsody, a 1975 six-minute epic by the Muggle band Queen. Of course, yours truly was incapable of not joining in with such a classic, and with the addition of fifth year Mae Lockheart and sixth year Claudia Anne Rosier a true sing-along was born.
Growing up in a Muggle-populated town, I can state from experience that an odd phenomenon often occurs when Bohemian Rhapsody becomes a sing-along: it begins well, with everyone involved singing the correct lyrics at the correct times – but eventually descends into chaos as people forget which verse comes next, how many repetitions of lyrics there are, and the timings at which these occur. It is an unspoken rule – even a tradition – that this particular song always goes wrong.
So imagine my surprise – and even disappointment – that for the majority of our impromptu performance, nothing went wrong at all. Myself, Nazari, and Lockheart each taking our turns – Rosier joining around the time where lead guitarist Brian May’s infamous solo would happen – but then, inevitably, welcome disaster struck.
As I uttered the lyrics “Oh, Mama Mia, Mama Mia… Mama Mia, let me go…”, Lockheart prematurely jumped in to sing “So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?”, thus missing out on “Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me” being sung in unison by the group. From there, nothing went right: people sang different parts of different verses at the same time, people sang the same parts over and over, and the final verse (“Nothing really matters […] Nothing really matters to me”) was sung twice before the final line (by myself) of “Anyway the wind blows”.
The result of a Bohemian Rhapsody sing-along is always the same. Firstly: everyone will either head-bang to the guitar solo, or perform air guitar, or both; second: the lyric of Beelzebub will be screamed, shouted, or otherwise recited loudly, and always completely tunelessly; and thirdly: no matter the anarchy of the rendition, it will end with all parties in hysteric- and high-spirits.
And that is precisely how this one did too.
So whether or not other houses – or even the Ravenclaw boys – join in on the action in future (somehow I can’t help but hope for another inter-house competition like last term’s Snap Tournament), one thing is clear: the Ravenclaw Shower Choir is a thing of beauty and I, for one, cannot wait until its next meeting.