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The Choir

Sixty voices on the risers, three hundred seats in the nave, and one person in the office who is supposed to know everybody.

Wood-sprites in concert dress, sharing one hymnal

Her Tuesday

The alto section outsells the internet

Marian directs development for a chorale that has sung every December since 1974. Her audience is not a crowd; it is a congregation of habits. The same forty households buy early. The same retired teacher brings six friends to Messiah. The box-office export knows all of this and tells her none of it, because it is a spreadsheet, and spreadsheets do not remember faces.

Fay reads her ticket CSV the way she reads the risers: by name. Eleven Decembers of attendance line up under one person, and the teacher with six friends finally looks like what she is: the best ambassador the choir has.

What the choir keeps in Fay

A season, remembered whole

  • Seasons & concerts, as you actually plan them

    Autumn concert, Messiah, spring tour. Each concert lives inside its season, so “how did this year compare” is a glance, not an afternoon of tab-switching.

  • Ticket imports from any box office

    Eventbrite, TicketTailor, the folding-table cash box: if it can export a CSV, Fay can turn its rows into people and its repeat buyers into recognized friends.

  • Gifts beside tickets, not in a second system

    The donor who gives at the door and the subscriber who gives by mail are often the same person. Fay keeps the whole relationship on one page, with thank-yous queued and year-end receipts ready.

  • The lapsed row, noticed

    When a household that came three winters running goes quiet, Fay surfaces them for a follow-up, whether a note, a call or a held pair of seats, before the habit is lost for good.

Eleven winters
of attendance, legible under one name
One page
per person: tickets, gifts, and conversations together
Zero
spreadsheets left open overnight

The other rooms

Whoever gathers, keeps

A hearth-nymph opening double doors

The Community Center

Classes, potlucks, and lecture nights: one book for every neighbor who walks in.

Enter the hall →
Puck bowing to an empty house

The Little Theater

Four productions a year, and the audience that quietly decides which ones sell out.

Enter the hall →

Sing to a fuller house

Import last season's ticket CSV tonight; know your audience by the second cup of coffee.

Begin your seasonSee the pricing