Dave met Mr. Lee in one of the practice rooms. He liked him at once. Mr. Lee was a short, husky man with a full head of snow-white hair and a beard to match, mischievous blue eyes, and a warm, ready smile. Dave felt at ease immediately.
“My, you are a tall one,” Mr. Lee said as he came into the room laden with an armload of music. He laid the scores out on top of the upright piano. “Have they tapped you for the basketball team yet?”
Dave laughed, “Actually Coach Hayden cornered me yesterday afternoon.”
“Excellent. I’m a big basketball fan. I come to all the games. I hope you’re going to give that a try as well as choir. Now to the music. I’ve picked out a few numbers in each of the three genres you’re going to need. We can go over them and see if any take your fancy. If not, I’ve got ma
