Nathan
I am still chatting with Isaac when a group of around twelve church members my age approach us. They hesitate before pushing Leah forward. She is Mrs Gail’s niece.
“Ehh…Brother Lord… we were wondering if you could join the church choir.”
I frown. I don’t think any of them have heard me sing before, making their request very odd.
“Why?” I question. They are all around my and Amari’s age group, yet they hardly spoke to me until now.
“We…ehh…” Leah hesitates.
“We need Amari back so we can win the choir competition,” someone at the back blurts out.
“Okay?” I say expectantly.
I recall Isaac mentioning something about the church having branches all over the country and about a very competitive and publicised choir competition they hold every year.
“She won’t return if we
