Once I joined the church choir I had to go to choir practice weekly and of course, attend church. The church was the church on the Navy base and was Christian, but non-denominational. The base Chaplin led the Sunday services each week.
The choir leader, Alfred, was a large Samoan man with a sunny disposition. He encouraged each person in the choir to sing a solo, at least once-in-awhile, even me. I resisted very strongly because I know I have a terrible voice. Alfred would laugh under his breathe, and tell me how sure he was that I would be wonderful if I would just give it a try. I would continue to resist.
Alfred was one of those guys, if he liked you he would do anything in the world for you. If he didn't like you, he could be your worst enemy. I was fortunate, he liked me. I was invited to his house and treated like a princess. There was a feast set out for his guests and everyone always had a good time. There would be luau's, hula dancing and all kinds of Polynesian entertainment.
I was fine singing in the choir as long as I could be just part of the group. I didn't want any extra attention, not for singing anyway. And the choir gave me the chance to be around Mr. Gorgeous.
I gradually got to know Mr. Gorgeous, and found out his real name was Fred. He was a sailor, only about two years older than I. He was from the mid-west. We were attracted to one another and flirted often. The more I was around Fred, the more I liked him. We were having a grand flirtation.