Am I a magnet for weird people? And by “weird” I mean “not all there or otherwise challenged,” not the good kind of weird I share with most of my friends.

It never fails. You know the type. In this case in my choir class it’s a woman, probably my age or 5-10 years older. Her hair is greasy on top and frizzy at the ends. Her favorite outfits seem to consist of mid-calf length skirts, ancient white tennis shoes, knee highs, and either sweatshirts with appliqued kittens or shirts that try too…

This is why I’ve missed choral music so much. We’re leaning on the chamber director to let us at least give this one a shot. I don’t think we’ll win, but I feel… fuller somehow just having heard it.

I want to be that 1st Soprano with lungs of DOOM.