♫So you say I got a dirty mind
I'm a mean go getter♫
I'll admit it, Grade 9 I refused to join the choir. It wasn't just any choir. No, as if it couldn't get any worse it was a jazz choir. Plus, I'm pretty sure the combined IQ of the other three guys in it was alto clef. Trust me, it makes sense. Think about it- what the fuck even is an alto clef, and who uses it? No one cares about alto clef; it's stupid. So really, their combined IQ was stupid. Basically, in Grade 9 I didn't join the choir because my self worth was still enough that I could say, 'Wow, those choir kids are losers'. Let's not even start on the fact that their colour was purple and its name was Fortuity. Or that there were a whole twelve kids in it.
So, why would Logan Morris join the choir? It sure as hell wasn't for my astounding vocal chords, or the hot chicks. Definitely not the hot chicks.
Two words: Band Camp.
Band camp was like the right of passage for music geeks. The trip happened every two years, and the stories that returned with those band kids cycled through the school faster than mono. Not to mention the pictures that ambushed every social media website I knew of. They weren't quite American Pie, but to Grade 9 me it was enough to find myself writing my name on the 2013 audition sheet along with 50 other kids desperate to experience the mystical adventure that was band camp.
Unsurprisingly to my narcissistic self, in Grade 10 I made the choir only to find out I had to suffer through a year of doo-wops and slides until band camp came again in Grade 11. The only thing that made that year bearable was Marie-Claire Bernier, the new girl from Paris that played the flute in the jazz combo. She had thick, blonde curls and blue eyes the size of marbles. She was delicate; she was absolute perfection. I might have been secretly in love with her despite the fact I had never talked to her.
But nonetheless I had survived my first year of choir by hiding in the back row and whispering the bass lines into the microphone, with band camp being my only motivator. I knew that all those 7:30 am practices would finally be worth it, and then after the trip I could drop Fortuity like a used napkin and try to build up what was left of my reputation with stories of what happened at band camp.
warning: this is a boyxboy story. So, there will be gay scenes, and they may get a little sexual. Or a lot. I don't know.
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Band Camp (boyxboy)
HumorLogan Morris hates singing. In fact, he's not a huge fan of music itself. So how did he find himself singing the bass line in the school jazz choir, Fortuity? Because he's determined to experience first hand what happens at band camp. Unfortunately...
