The first few days in chorus had gone well. Ms. Marsh had been very complimentary, telling him he was a wonderful addition to the group. Dave was feeling more comfortable with this choice of an elective. On Friday, the students in chorus were buzzing with excitement before class started. As Dave came in he heard one of the girls tell her friend, “Ms Marsh said Mr. Tkach is coming to observe today. You know what that means?”
“Yes, he’s looking us over to see if there’s anyone good enough to try out for symphony,” the friend replied.
“Oh, God!” said the first girl. “This is my third year in chorus. I just gotta make symphony this year.”
“Who’s Mr. Tkick, uh, Tah…whatever his name is?” Dave asked.
The girls looked at him as if he had just gotten off the boat. “Mr. T-KACH,” she said, empha
