Last week the singing inspector came. He had a round, red face, bright blue eyes and a mob of curly blonde hair. His name was Mr Reymond. He wore long, thick stockings and had a frown on his face. At first sight, he looked like a General, or something, that was, for some reason, really, really cross.
He took us into a big room but didn't let the smaller children or the biggest boys (like Jack Long and Paulus, who do exams and don't do singing) come as well.
Once everyone was in the big room, we did exercises like do, re, me and tata tete. Then we started singing.
Benny and Charles went first. Mr Reynold told them that they would stand in the front and sing for him and the rest of us. Little did he know that they couldn't even sing Blue Bells of Scotland or Minstrel Boy. Mr Reynold got really angry and almost shouted at them. "What can you sing, then?" he yelled. "We can sing Pretty Polly" Charles had said, though it sounded more like a squeak to me. "Then sing it" Mr Reymond had roared, and Benny and Charles and sung it, though it was terrible I must admit.
Then he called me. I was frightened of the horrible Mr Reynold and was scared he was going to shout at me or tell me my singing was horrible, but everyone's always said I had a good voice, so, I decided that I wouldn't let my being scared get me shouted at. I was really nervous, but I thought it best not to look at him, so singing for him wasn't actually that bad. I thought it went quite well, actually, and believe it or not he didn't say anything, which, I guess, means he didn't think mine was that bad.