Choir Boy

THE CHOIR

PART ONE:
A Weird church,
A Weird choir

" A FOOL FLATTERS HIMSELF,
A WISE MAN FLATTERS THE FOOL. "

LOT'S OF PEOPLE are religious in this side, this side of the country side.

Whether they be German, Mexican, Black, oh damn, possibly even the Hawaiians were religious. So in short, most were religious, thus, the people took pride in the church they have near their small, private, home named none other than Yawnee Valley.

Yawnee Valley. An interesting place, but for the wrong reasons. It's not filled with wonders, no ambitions could ever come from here, nothing could keep your attention span long than six seconds. Unless, you were interested in cows. Most people weren't. So for what reason would someone like to live here? Well the answer seems to be unknown, either every single organism here is a masochist or maybe they truly were interested in cows. Who's to say they're not?

Needless to say, Yawnee Valley isn't very colorful. It seems that it's more like a vandalism happened, lazily caused by drunk teens. But like previously said, most people only like living here for the cows. Most people don't like cows. Or, you could be a frequenter or even a member at the church. Which, most people are.

Most people are religious, most people are frequenters at the church. So if you don't like cows, maybe you like religion. Which is exactly what one mother of a moody son love. Ok, she may not have loved religion, but she did take pride in it and she followed the traditions, whatever those traditions were. And as for her son, well he never really cared, and he couldn't care less about the church, and the new boring kids. Besides he had to leave his best friends. How would you feel if you were stripped away from your friends only for it to be replaced by religion, and weird, boring adults and kids?

Well, maybe you might have liked it, but he didn't. He has a moody face the whole way there, he said nothing, even when they stopped to eat. Even when they stopped to look at a couple of stores, not even when he almost got to keep the cat when they stopped at one destination. His face was glum. To which his mother tried to cheer him up, it probably did not work. "Oh come on sweetie, this is a new start for the both of us! Can you please try to see the benefits of this? Come on, show me a smile." He did try for about six seconds. After that he gave up.

So now they're almost to their new home. The home seem of sunshine for the saud youngster's oh so joyful mother, and seeming like doom for the mother's angsty, oh so miserable son. While on the way they had seen the church, to his mother's liking "Oh! Look sweetie! Maybe if they have a choir you could join it!" He didn't want to do choir, he did band. His mother had signed him up for an orchestra. He didn't care for any. At least passionately. Except for band. People had complimented him for his skill in instruments, whether it be orchestra ord band, or even choir. But he still was never fond of orchestra or choir. But even then, it's not like he absolutely hated the choir or the orchestra, he never had a reason to quit. So he didn't. As for band, he signed up for that on his own.