“I tried out for fifth grade chorus...I‘d always heard that anyone could be in chorus in elementary school. If you didn‘t have a great voice, they‘d just stick you in the back.... But you‘ll never guess what happened.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the nicest way.
“You didn‘t make it.”
“Is your school‘s chorus that cutthroat?”
“Not really,” he said. “All the competition is in going out for hall patrol. It‘s a campus of narcs.”