If this ain't me.
I went to a service project. It was fun.
GUYS! IM GIVING A TALK.
HALP
Not only am I giving a talk, I'm giving a talk on our ward's investigator Sunday. This means I get to speak in front of investigators. Yay.
Two of the priests walked up to me the other Sunday. These are actually the priests that I like. They're the ones that aren't mean to me. They said
"Brooke, we are singing a song in Sacrament meeting with this young woman. You're the only other young woman we know, who can really sing. So could you possibly join us?"
Like, gee thanks. I'm glad that I was your last choice.
But, it's super frustrating! They don't even have a song picked yet! I don't know any of the details.
These are The particularly nice priests, though. They didn't mean to make it seem like I was a last choice, of course. They were friends with my older bro and they're pretty neat.
For those of you lovelies that don't know, I do, in fact, sing. I've sung in Sacrament meeting before. My range is awful, though. I'm an alto. I have a ridiculously low voice for a 14 year old girl.
Well, have a good Sunday tomorrow!
If it's Sunday tomorrow I'm your time zone...
Question: do I have any readers that don't live in the US? Or even somewhere in the US but not on the mainland?
You don't have to tell where. I was just curious.
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