I’ve sung in various choirs my entire life. We’re talking since the primetime of chubby-tomboy-with-frizzy-hair-mess Claire, who moved to a new elementary school and had no friends, so she sang in the choir during lunch on Wednesdays to give herself something to do.
Now back in those days, and even throughout middle school, there weren't many boys in choir. But as we all grew older and entered high school, the boys realized that the ratio of Cute-Girl-Who-Sings-Pretty-And-Will-Be-Nice-To-You to Awkward-Boy-Who-Sings-In-His-Spare-Time (probably somewhere around 47:1) in a choir room gives a guy a pretty good shot at finding a girl to ask out who won't give them a blank stare in response.
As the boys are coming to that realization, the girls start developing breasts and a hormonal desire to mate for life. And all that makes one dangerous combination.
Which brings you to here and now, where I sing in multiple choirs at school and find much of my spare time worrying over the explicit and implicit interactions I share with the boys in the choir room. Especially in the Chorale, where you're guaranteed to find one with a face-melting voice who looks killer in a tux.
So yes, I might be a Choir Ho. Actually, let’s say a Choir Tease. Actually, let’s say I’be being teased? Oh I don’t know anymore. I’ll make you a chart or something to explain later.
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