Chapter 30

The pace of Noah’s voice sessions had increased, and by the end of October, they were having a vocal workout at least four times a week. Tom was beginning to feel a little bit out of his depth and wished that he’d taken a few more courses in voice coaching when he’d had the chance—the pupil was on the verge of surpassing the teacher’s ability to teach. At their Thursday rehearsal that week, he handed the choir members music for a number that included a significant amount of solo work for a bass/baritone.

“Who’s going to sing the solo?” Sylvia said, looking at the score.

“It’s tailor-made for Noah.”

“Tom, honey, don’t you think you’re working that poor boy to death? You’re liable to scare him off with all the solo work you’ve been throwing at him.”

“I’ll take that risk. Besides, there’s a very good reason for throwing all this work at him. Can anybody tell me what it is?”

A hand went up in the back row.

“Yes, Randy?”