Mr. Jon Noyes was a humble fellow who taught elementary kids about music. By the end of their lessons, by golly, his students came out of his womb professionals.
Jon loved his students with all of his diaphragm, but just like any sensible man over the age of 40, he had a little something special on the side. By day, a teacher on a cart teaching kids how to clap their hands, but by night, a saint.
Every Monday and Wednesday nights, all year round minus the summer months, Jon became his true self-- Janta. With his cheeks oh so rosy and his spectacles oh so sleek, this daddy of choir kept talented children from singing too weak. All the kids loved jolly ol' Janta, for without him they wouldn't know how to sing their laser straight into the bullseye. Without Janta, they'd sing too sharp or too flat. If Janta was gone, what would they do? Let's hope it doesn't come to that...
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Janta Noyes and the True Meaning of Choir
FanfictionJanta Noyes, bringing the gift of music literacy to children since the 80's or something like that.
