As I part walked, part jogged towards the rest of the choir about ten minutes late (to no fault of my own might I add) it was clear this was going to be an amazing day. Not only had Mr. Grimstead had a haircut (an unmistakable indication of a big event), but behind him stood the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, a building synonymous with talent and community that many of us dream of for future study or maybe even the chance to perform there. Upon entry, we were greeted by people who could only be described as the most energetic choir directors in Wales, Iori and Ruth, the beating hearts of this operation. Without missing a beat (as you'd expect from musicians) we were whisked away to the rehearsal room to begin our miniminimas and senwadedendes (technical terms I'm sure).