I went to church Sunday morning for my paid gig as a choir tenor. It was the local Episcopal church, and they were open and affirming to everyone.
They didn’t pay much, but it was enough that I was able to have some spending cash for things like drinks after a show or a meal out every now and then.
They’d all been really supportive of the band’s news, and after church, I went next door to the coffee hour to find they had made a cake to celebrate our song on the radio.
After church, Casey picked me up.
“How was it?”
“Oh, it was good. They had a cake and stuff to celebrate our band. I didn’t know they were, otherwise I would have invited everyone.”
He nodded, looking impressed. “Those are some hella nice people. Maybe your parents should go to that church instead.”
I shook my head. “I
