[TG Caption] When the Choir Keeps Your Part (Patreon)

The burgundy costume is supposed to help me reach the soprano line for one rehearsal. The wardrobe mistress calls it sympathetic tailoring, which sounds harmless until the bodice tightens, my hair falls past my shoulders, and the note rising from my chest belongs to a woman. The conductor stops the choir and moves me to the front row. He calls me Celeste as if the name has always been printed beside my part. At tonight's concert, my old suit is still hanging backstage with Colin's wallet in the pocket.