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I thought I was suffering the tortures of the damned having to listen to choir concerts. Aiiiiieee. Mine own pup has a rather nice voice, and they let all the boys who wanted to join the choir, and there were three levels. The Show Choir, with all the showy voices, that was the top. The regular choir, with the ok voices, that was the middle. The chorus, with all the so-so voices, that was the bottom. Ben sang in the regular choir. That, I liked. The chorus, and the Show Choir, for different reasons, were horrible. I would rather chew off my foot than be trapped listening to one of those again. I finally quit being nice, I'd wait outside until the Show Choir was done, come in as inconspicuously as possible, listen to the choir, then leave before the chorus. Motherhood be damned. |
