That’s what my friend thinks, anyway.
I kind of have a crush on the director. I love the way his face lights up when he’s conducting. I haven’t mentioned this, though. It doesn’t seem quite right to confess to being hot for teacher when we’re in the middle of complaining about the teacher in question.
“I don’t see why I have to have my part memorized now,” my friend says. “The first concert won’t be for another month and a half. And I have to finish the rough draft of my opera before the end of this semester if I’m going to stage it for my senior independent study project… Maybe I’ll drop out. Chorus is only a quarter of a credit.”
“Well, it is kind of easier to nail the counterpoint if you don’t have to look down at the notes to remember what you have to sing.”
“No, it’s not. If any
