Delightful

100 Words - Post 31

I wonder if my high school choir teacher knew. She was a sweet but strict Mormon with big hair, long hems, and great skin. She directed our freshman ensemble, the Treble Clefs, with a soft and serious hand, coaxing beautiful blends from our young, reedy voices. I designed the performance dress that year, a modest, knee-length burgundy chiffon with tulip sleeves. We sang all the genres but one song was definitely our best. Years later, after naiveté was stripped away by college, it dawned on me that our enthusiastic group of clueless virgins’ biggest hit shouldn’t have been “Afternoon Delight”.