“If we have to start this song from the beginning one. more. time,” I mutter to Baylee

No more wandering the hallways during or between our scenes; now, when we’re not in play practice, Baylee and I are expected to be singing our hearts out for the choir.

"Heroes" is coming out of my ears and I don’t remember why I ever liked the song "Tefillah Sheli." The ninth graders are so immature and the twelfth graders in choir all seem to share Shira’s sentiments and look at us like we’ve got everything going for us, and why are we getting solos too?

By the time we’ve been choir members for a week, Baylee has two duets, I have a solo, and both of us are in harmony for all songs. Baylee hums the high harmonies incessantly, and I spend most of my time gritting my teeth to hold back from snapping at her to stop it already. Of course, practice is an absolute disaster, as well.

“If we have to start this song from the beginning one. more. time,” I mutter to Baylee. We’re not in positions this time; Chan and Devora gave up fighting on that and are just trying to perfect the transposition in the interlude, where we all have to move up a key. Honestly, it’s not that complicated, but for some reason it’s taking forever to get everyone to do it without all of us going completely flat.

“Okay, okay, I think we’ve got it now!” Chan says. “One more time, from the beginning, and then we’re going to practice the English song. Here goes!”