YES THAT IS MY SCHOOL'S CHOIR

and that is the song I will be referring to in this chapter

this wasn't one of the pieces the composer made or us, those we did not post online

YOU'LL NEVER FIND ME IN THAT (I promise I am there though, whoops. Hint: I'm singing high notes.)

Sorry about title being "chpt" for chapter, I didn't want it to be too long whoops

I also plan to dye my hair red when I'm older (like a dark shade of red, almost a maroon I guess)

And yes, if I go to a four year college I'll graduate when I'm 21.

Fight me about it

"Okay everyone, I've told you before, but we will have a voice coach showing up soon. The reason being that I am new at teaching and am afraid I will not be able to teach you all properly," you say to your class.

"What are they be like?"

"How old are they?"

"Are they hot?"

"Are they even a guy?"

"Can they even sing?"

"Woah guys, stop with all the questions. I'm not sure myself. I don't know what they are like, besides that they like singing. I don't know how old they are. I've never seen what they look like. I don't know if they are a guy, but the person that I spoke to on the phone was a guy. No promises that it will be him though. I would think they would be able to sing, but not all voice coaches can I guess, but either way, they'll still be able to teach us how to sing," you respond to all of your students' many questions.

After more discussion about the voice coach, the door opens. A male with dark red hair walks in. His black rimmed glasses framed his bright blue eyes. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a bright red t-shirt, and matching red converse. He quickly walked up to the front of the class to where you were standing.

"You're the voice coach I'm assuming," you ask.

"Yep! Nice to meet all of you! I'm Elliot Gray, and as your teacher said, I am your new voice coach for the time being. For those of you wondering, I am 22 years old. I graduated college last spring, so I graduated when I was 21," Elliot says.

"Mr.Gray, are you good at singing," one of your students asks.

"Calling me Elliot is fine, and I guess so? I mean it really depends on what kind of voice you like. Mine is in the higher range, yet it's not a light voice, it's rather strong I guess. I mean I can show you if you like?"

Your class exploded into a series of "yes." Elliot starts singing a song in response. You look at him wide eyed because he chose to sing a song that you chose for your choir to sing. When he finished everyone clapped.

"That's one of the songs I chose for you guys to sing," you say to your class. Elliot looks over at you with shinning eyes.

"Really? That's one that I did when I went to school here," he says with an almost childlike excitement.

"We have a couple more too. But for now this is one of our major concerns since we plan to sing it at assessments."

"Oh, alright. When are assessments?"

"In less than a month."

"Well that's fun. We should probably get started as soon as possible. Does everyone have a copy of music?"

"Yes," a couple of your students respond.

"Does anyone have solfedge written in?" Elliot asks.

"We all do," a student responds.

"Awesome. Do you guys want to sing solfedge to learn it and then switch over to words? It's usually easier that way."

"Solfedge."

"Okay. I'll sing with the sopranos and play all the other parts, no need to be perfect yet, this is mainly just sight reading." Elliot and the class end up singing together, and when they finish, Elliot says, "remind me to never do that again. Playing three parts and singing another is not something I'd ever like to do again." He sighed in frustration. "Sorry to all of you who I messed up your rhythms for."

Some of the students laughed slightly at the male. "Anyway, usually I'll work with sections at a time. Now that I think about it, are you guys even split into sections?"

"I split them, but if you ever feel the need to move any of them go for it," you say.

"You should be more confident in how you placed them, I bet you did a good job," Elliot responds. You shake your head slightly.

"I'm new at this sort of thing which is why I called you in," you say quietly. Elliot smiles at you.

"Fair enough. I've been doing choir since I was in kindergarten so I guess I'm used to hearing a voice and being able to place it in a voice part since I've heard so many songs and so many people."

Elliot had to leave a couple of minutes before the bell rang so he could get lunch.

"So Ms./Mr.(L/N)," one of your seniors starts, "he's around your age, I think you have a chance with him."

"Stop teasing me. Plus you think I have a chance with almost everyone that walks in that door that is somewhat attractive."

"You just admitted that he was attractive."

"You tricked me, it's your fault, but go eat your lunch, jeez."