Jason's POV:
"What do you mean I have to do choir!"
The principal sat there calm as ever and annoyed, "For the last time. After the play you were in last year your mom wanted you to do drama. To do that you must take one term of choir."
I rolled my eyes, "I don't even want to take drama!"
"Mr. Storm you have a talent and I suggest that you do take this choir class than you can use to talent and show it off to others."
"Are you even listening! I don't want to!" I yelled.
Mrs. Totler stood up making me gulp. She was a very intimidating, powerful woman. "Mr. Storm I'm going to have to ask you to leave." she said going to the door and opening it.
I glared and got up. I walked out of the office and was met by Deen.
"Hey man." I grumbled.
"How'd it go?" I shook my head. "Oh..."
"Well I have to go to that stupid choir class." I mumbled and walked off to the theater.
"Good luck." Deen replied, not following me.
I walked to the backstage of the theater and told the teacher I was there. She nodded and turned back into teaching some boys how to properly stand. I rolled my eyes as I was lead to the dressing rooms. The boy handed me a uniform and told me to change.
"Are you kidding me?"
He shook his head, "Nope. Get dressed."
I groaned and closed the curtain. It was perfectly silent, it seemed that no one was there. I opened the curtain and sat on the bench. I was not going back out there. I'll just sit here until choir was done. There perfect A than I'll be done.
I took out my phone when I heard a girl singing.
Well it goes like this the fourth the fifth. The minor fall and the major lift! The baffled king composing Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
"Hello?" I called out. I followed the voice and was lead to the girl's changing room. I can't go in there! No matter how awesome I am. No boy can go into the girl's changing room!
*****
Days Later
"Mr. Storm. I have talked to your mother and she said we can take you out of choir."
"What! No!"
Mrs. Totler gave a confused look, " Mr. Storm. For one you do not yell in my office, and second a few days ago you begged me to take you out and now you want to stay in it? What made you change your mind?"
I sighed, "I heard this beautiful voice and I want to find it's owner."
She shrugged, "Okay than. Are you sure you want to stay in? You won't get this chance again."
I nodded, "Yes I'm sure. Thanks but bye." I said leaving the office. I will find the owner to that voice. I don't care what I have to do to do so.
