Monday, 1 January 2007
06:19:45 PM (GMT)
“Your Jim, if I remember correctly,” the teacher confronted Jim. “That’s
right,” answered Jim, “But I never got your name.” “Ah. You may call me Mrs.
Black. I’m Cassia’s mother.” The white of Jim’s eyes got as large as dinner
plates when she heard this. She looked over at Cassia, who was calm practicing, as
though she had the solo in her puny rich hands. So, Cassia should be a shoe-in for
the solo. After all, her mother is the teacher. “But, don’t worry,” Mrs.
Black winked, “I treat every student equally.” She walked away to help one of the
other students. How does everyone in this school know what I’m thinking? Can
they read my mind or something? Jim continued practicing.
After 15 minutes of practicing, the teacher lined the students once again. “Okay,
now when I point to you, go up to the stage and sing. The best singer or singers will
get the solo or trio.” She pointed to the first person in line. She’s pretty
good. Jim was the 5th girl in line, so she had a pretty good look in the
competition. After all, there were only 9 girls in the class. Wow, that guy’s
pretty hot, but his voice… bleh!
After this guy, Jim was next!