Quinn has often told me that he believes show choir should be considered a sport due to its strenuous physical requirements. Today he may have convinced me. I was sitting in the audience while his choir was singing and my mind was contemplating how exactly the boy next to Quinn was producing bilabial sounds without closing his lips when I suddenly noticed that Quinn's red and white striped shirt was on the floor. Then I realized that Quinn was no longer standing on the riser.
He's all better now, but getting up at 4:45 am did nothing to diminish the butt-kicking he's receiving from the tree pollen and I guess he just forgot to breathe enough. Chorus concerts can be exciting, you know.