I know what most of you guys must be thinking right now.

"Are you mad, WeiWen? Why got Nanyang JC, and you don't want to go?!"

Yes, I kno-

"Know, know, know! Know your head, la!"

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So I was sitting at the back of the hall, as always, and the principal just finished her speech.

There was now this announcement before the CTGs were sent on their way to their orientations.

"Those with the following names called for the particular CCA, please meet the teacher-in-charge outside now."

Funny enough, my name was called. Under Basketball.

Ha, BASKETBALL.

Now, I don't know why they didn't call me out for Wushu, but heck, I'm not complaining.

So I pack my stuff and got the hell out of the stuffy, stuffy hall, and made my way out with the rest of those called under basketball. And man, were those guys tall.

Apparently, there were only eight to ten of us chosen directly for the CCA. No audition for us, nuthin'. The only instruction?

"Come for the next training. As for your CCA application form, put Basketball as your first choice. We'll do the rest."

Sweet.

So I ask the nice, nice teacher for confirmation.

"Aren't you Wei Wen?"

Yep, I sure am.

"Yeah. Just put your first choice in basketball. You'll be in."

Turns out that YJC Basketball's a core CCA- Whatever student they want, they get.

So I'm in, right?

"Yes, you are. Come for the next training."

Awesome.

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Hey, the story's not over yet.

So I skip off (Joy, I'm in Basketball!) to the next orientation thinger they have planned for us, and it is rumoured that all the boys would have to go for a choir audition.

Yes, you heard me.

Choir Audition.

Okay, so it's not so much as rumoured. It was actually true.

Damn, it was just like Anderson.

Oh, how I miss Anderson...

... But back to reality.

We enter Brahms Room after an extremely boring bonding session, and by gawd, were there alot of boys. We were split up into groups, and went up to the piano to sing.

"Okay, just try your best."

Gulp.

So I made a sound.

It sounded like a slaughtered chicken. On drugs.

"Okay, you, you, and you, boy. Step out to the front. The rest, take one step back," Miss Yap pointed at me and two others.

Oh crap. We were supposed to sing that particular note(s) again, this time without the accompanyment of anyone else.

"Shit."

It's amusing to see three tall, underdeveloped pube-voiced guys sing a high C.

"Use falsetto!"

Cannot, lah.

"Nonsense. You can do it."

And it sounded like a slaughtered duck on drugs.

...

I was placed as a tenor in YJC school choir.

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Wait a minute, what?!

"Okay, before we start, do you have any objection to joining choir?"

Mmhm... Wait, what?

"Choir. You are chosen to be a tenor in our upcoming SYF choir and concert."

... Cool. Err, no objecti-

"Okay, great. Just write your name and class here..."

But-

"But?"

What do I put as my first CCA choice?

"Oh, just put choir. We'll do the rest."

Now, that sounded familiar.

Oh SHIT.

Um, Miss Yap? I have a slight problem...

... I am kinda in Basketball already. Supposed to go for their next training-

"It's okay! Just put your first choice as choir. We'll work out something with basketball for you!"

Wow, really?

"... Yes."

Now in choir for SYF, with a safe spot in Basketball.

The National Youth Achievement Award is going to be a cinch.

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I know fairy tales don't USUALLY come true.

But this is Junior College Musical... (NOW do you realise the relevance of the above picture?)

... I'm going to be a dribbling singer!

Now I just gotta get my head in the game.