Dalton Warblers Welcome The Girl

What kinda name is the warblers

Mrs Kimmel got really tired of 80% of the class going way to wild so she sent us off early. I was going to go to the cafe but there wasn't anyone there yet, so I went to a different hall I never been to yet. I went to a round room with a bunch of instruments. A guitar one of them. Before I could help myself, I was holding the guitar and strumming a bunch of chords. I started playing one of my favorites, One call away. As I played, a voice in the back of my mind told me to sing. I didn't have anything to loose. Dad wasn't here and it wasn't illegal to sing. Before I knew it, I was singing too. Once I finished, I put back the guitar and headed towards the door only to half scream half whimper. At least twenty 16 to 17 year olds were standing in the door way clapping, Sebastian the one in front of them. "You know this room is reserved on break for the warblers. Care to join us?" Sebastian said. "What kind of name is the warblers?" I muttered.

"So you want me to sing in your choir? Why me?" I asked. "Because you're talented. Even if you never sang your whole life." Sebastian said. Joining the warblers was a huge. If I did, dad would flip, knowing I sang, but the other half of me really wanted to. I liked the feeling when I sang and it made me feel free. What's so wrong with doing something I love? "I'll think about it." I replied and quickly left the room.