Ribbitting Auditions PV Frog Choir Closed

@Henry Knight

Rose was ready to get the audition over with, so she interrupted Henry voicing his doubts by pulling him by his wrist towards Pericles. She did feel a little bad forcing him into it before he was really ready, but Rose knew that if she didn’t go now to do the audition, she might never do it. And that wasn’t fair to Henry, either. Maybe she was just a horrible friend, because neither of them were really fair to Henry. Rose shook the thought away, out of her mind. She couldn’t be contemplating their entire friendship when they were about to do an audition together.

All this to say, Rose’s internal problems are very peculiar.

When they were singing, everyone was watching. Everyone could hear them. And Rose had been so cons

They rocked their audition. Well, Rose knew that Henry rocked their audition, but she was still a little insecure in her own performance. But, to be honest, she felt they both deserved a place in the Frog Choir, and their amphibian friends as well.

“I- I’m sorry for pushing you into doing it first,” she apologized bashfully. “I just thought- I knew if we didn’t do it then, we might never have done it.” She then turned Squirt around on her hand, speaking to him as well, and patting him on the head. He hadn’t let her down in their performance, and Rose doubted he would. “You performed brilliantly, Mr. Squirt. It is an honor to sing with you.” A croak came out of him in reply. Rose’s attention and eyes flicked to the frog that Henry was holding (almost tentatively?) in his hands. She asked, “Who’s this little guy? Does he have a name yet?”

Interactions| @Xailah Alptraum | @Pericles Dralt | @Starlee Kennedy | @Henry Knight | @Rose Moon
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Interacting: @Rose Moon | @Santario Martin
Mentioning: @Pericles Dralt
High Treble - VC - Alan Walker

Henry would have preferred to wait to audition so he wasn't first but definitely not audition last as well since that would likely cause him to have his anxiety increase over as well but the twelve year old didn't care that he went first. Still holding the rather small spotted toad on his hand right hand which was completely flat and still almost like the second year was caution of the frog.

Henry wasn't afraid of the frog.. toad and actually like the spotted toad in his hand just like how he had a joy for all creatures or animals no matter if they were magical or not. It was just the way that Henry way holding the spotted toad plus his anxiety was rising a bit during their audition so his hand took most of it.

Speaking of the audition, Henry couldn't get his mind of the fact that he hoped they boy did could and got a spot on the frog choir. Now his anxiety found a new thing to worry and fret about however the boy would hide these feelings from the red head as he spoke " Don't worry Rose, I'm actually glad you made us go first. I should be thanking you now, right?" Laughing a little before quieting up as he heard the girl call her toad a name.

Wait... are we suppose to name the toads?

Quickly looking at his toad and trying to come up with a name as quickly as he could. His mind was listing out different names, places, events, dates, historical figures, literary anything and everything to try and name his singing partner. The twelve year old thought the frogs/toads would already have names and that they wouldn't have to name them.

Hearing Rose's question and feeling his anxiety rise trying to figure out a name the second year spoke " that's a adorable name Rose, did you name him or was that his name already?" A moment for her to answer before the second year thought of a name that sounded good at least in the twelve year old's a head.

" This is Ulysses," Henry spoke toward Rose holding up his spotted toad toward the girl with a small smile on his face before his stomach did a flip and his anxiety increased at the sight of his dueling co captain's words in which Henry spoke to her " uh, thanks and good luck Santario!"

Interacting with: @Rose Moon, @Henry Knight & @Santario Martin
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Starlee continued her search through the tub of frogs when she finally saw it. A cute little black toad with unique white markings all across its... well... skin? Starlee wasn't quite certain what to call its scaley surface, but she could tell by the excitable little fella that he could certainly match her energy. She picked the little guy up, holding him with her two palms side by side, close to her face as she said, "Well now, aren't you quite the jumpy one?" The frog then did a cute little wiggle and hop on her hands, and Starlee giggled. "Then... whad-do-ya-say you be my singing partner for my audition? Give you a little test run, eh?" it seemed the frog agreed with its ecstatic movements, but before Starlee could continue, one of the auditions began.

A girl, who she did not know, and Henry came together and performed a wonderful duet. Starlee clapped rather loudly as the two finished and Starlee began to realize that this may be a lot more intense than she initially thought. She hoped the piece that she chose would be alright... "Wow, nice job you two!" She beamed, as then Santario walked up to begin performing her piece.

Wow, it was another stunning job. Starlee's eyes were so glued to the girl and her mesmerizing voice, that she almost dropped her soon-to-be toad partner. He made a low croak in anger, but his and her attention quickly returned to the girl. Her toad seemed to croak along at the perfect times and Starlee thought that the two had to have practiced this before. Again, it was another stunning performance, and Starlee clapped rather loudly. "That was amazinggg Santario, I could really feel the emotion there!" she said to Santario as she retreated from the center of the room. She was surprised the dueling co-captain could have such a passionate artistic side, and Starlee couldn't help but smile at her.

Well, it was now or never in Starlee's eyes, and she whispered to her little toady friend, "Okay there, little guy, you ready to do this with me?" He hopped, and she took a deep breath as she made her way up to the front of the group.

"Hiya everyone! I'm Starlee Kennedy... A first-year Slytherin." she said this less confidently than she normally would, her nerves beginning to kick in. "This little guy doesn't have a name yet... but... I think he can do this song with me well!" The little toad hopped in her hand and Starlee took herself another deep breath as she prepared her vocal cords for her song.

Wake up in the morning feelin' like Merlin
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Butterbeer
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back
*Croak Croooooaaaak*

The little toad hopped along to the beat of her singing.

I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes *Croak*
Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes *Croak*
Boys blowin' up our wands, wands *Croak*
Drop-toppin', playin' our favorite gobstones
Pullin' up to the parties
Tryna get a little bit wicked
*Croooooaaaak*

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, *Croak* I'ma fight *Croak*
Till we see the sunlight *Croak Croak*
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh *CROAK*
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh *CROAK*
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, *Croak* I'ma fight *Croak*
Till we see the sunlight *Croak Croak*
Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh *CROAK*
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh *CROAK*

Throughout the song, the little toad was hop-hopping and Starlee's head was bobbing side to side. The song continued in a similar manner, with her confidence rising more and more as she got into it.

Oh, whoa, whoa, oh *CROAK*
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh *CROAK*
*Croak Croak CROAK!*

Starlee took a deep breath as she finished, and bowed to all the people in the room. Perhaps it wasn't the most usual choice, but poppy, bubbly songs were what she liked best, and she wanted to do her best.

She would then step away from the center of the room. She held her little toady up high and whispered, "Oh yes, I think you are definitely the one."

OOC: Feel free to treat this as some sort of 'Wizard Pop Song' along the lines of the Weird Sisters. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a toad sing Ke$ha with me

@Henry Knight

Rose blushed as she was congratulated on her performance, thanking both @Santario Martin and @Starlee Kennedy with a bashful smile. "Thank you."

She then turned to Henry, smirking. "I'm the one who should be thanking you! You rocked that and I would have been a lot more absolutely terrified if you hadn't humored me and that duet idea." Not wanting to get into an argument over who was more amazing, Rose added, smiling, "I guess we can just thank each other, though."

Rose thought they had done pretty good on their audition, but she still had tension inside of her worrying about whether they would actually get in or not. She could be partners with Squirt and sing with him all the time at the Frog Choir, or this could be the last time she even saw the little toad. That was kind of sad to think about. There was no guarantee that they were getting in the Frog Choir. Telling Rose that her voice was horrible and she would drag the entire group down with her horrible voice was just as easy as sparking her interest in the club in the first place. All too easy.

"I named him that." It had been kind of a spur of the moment kind of thing. She came in, picked a partner, named the little guy, and did her audition. Done. Rose was not the kind of person to procrastinate things if she was already there and could do it. She would, most of the time, just take the dive and do the thing that was right there, waiting for her to do. And so, she had named the toad because it had just felt right. The redhead blushed. "It might be a bad habit of mine, but I like naming things. I don't think these guys have names yet, so I chose one for my possible partner. He just looks like a guy that would be named Squirt to me." Squirt the toad, who was still sitting on her hand very peacefully, gave a croak as if in agreement to this, and Rose smiled. "If he already has a name, Squirt can be his middle name. Or maybe one of his nicknames."

A smile couldn't help but appear on her face as he told her the name of the frog or toad in his hands. "Ulysses is a fabulous name. It's incredibly fitting. Henry Knight and his amphibian partner Ulysses."

Some people were really talented in the area of singing. Like Santario. And Starlee. Her and Starlee had met briefly when they were helping to clean some cats in an errand, but Rose wasn't sure if the girl recognized her. She didn't know Santario, but Henry had mentioned her name, so Rose was fairly sure that was what her name was. She applauded both Santario and Starlee as they finished their auditions. Wow, they really were absolutely amazing. It felt a little more comfortable now, knowing that other people were going and their voices were not perfect, either. But they still rocked the songs they were singing, even if Rose had never heard of either of them.

Once both girls were done singing (Rose didn't want to interrupt or disrespect them), Rose turned her gaze back to Henry, looking him in the eye. "I'm proud of us," she said thoughtfully.

@Henry Knight | @Xailah Alptraum | @Santario Martin
@Starlee Kennedy | @Rose Moon | @Simon Kincaid

Santario summoned an easy smile from Pericles. I wouldn’t miss it on pain of death, she had assured, and he touched his palm to his heart, grin lingering between amusement and appreciation. The Ravenclaw hadn't ever had the grave misfortune of being on the opposite end of the piste from her, so for now, her formidable reputation was only something he was vicariously aware of. She was simply sweet Santario. Her bond with Mr. Toadsworth was exemplary as well, and served as an ideal for the relationships singers should have with their counterparts. Soon enough however, Peri was perfectly distracted from toads, and was instead worrying over the opinions of a certain cat. Cats held a special place in the boy's heart, somewhere alongside his love of arachnids and dragons. In fact, he could confidently claim Schrödinger was one of his top three favorite felines. Xailah declared that after banning cats from the toad audition, the sentiment wasn't returned. He drew a very fake gasp through his nose, forcing his hooded gaze to widen. "He did not," came the aghast retort, then upon hearing there was a small chance of redemption, Peri shook his head. "I suppose I ought to work on an apology straight away, or better yet, convince Athena to work on her manners. Poor Schrödinger...." At the bit of banter about a potential Frog and choir, the faux shock melted away, and a small smirk and thoughtful hum offered in its wake. He could imagine the possibilities, but didn't seem to tempted to act on them.

The presence of familiar faces had been a comfort, though the arrival of strangers had made matters all the more exciting. Choir wasn't just about entertainment, it was an opportunity to bond with all types of personalities, varying wildly outside their shared love of music. For a few seconds as he smiled at Xailah, Pericles' attention drifted to Henry. He could hear his fellow second-year duellist sounding skittish, questioning whether or not they had practiced enough to perform first. The young director wasn't the sort to put anyone on the spot, so he bided his time, pleased when Rose boldly declared that she and her friend were performing as a pair. "Of course!" came the casual encouragement. There was no fanfare, no excessive sense of ceremony to the audition. He merely looked over the others present to ensure they were aware it was time for accommodating silence. The song began. When at first he heard the tremble in Rose's voice, Pericles' automatic reaction was wanting to look away, affording her less pressure. He had to remain firm if he was going to be a director. Should they could not stomach an audition, he couldn't in good conscience put them in front of the school, he reminded himself. On he watched, and soon this would pay off for all involved.

Rose's crystal-clear voice and complementing range were a treat to witness. Her pitch melded beautifully with Henry's capacity for a high treble, which piqued Peri's interest; he could play a flexible part in future performances. Their cadence and projection were of great importance, though the listener was especially keen on seeing how their tiny partners contributed, and for moment watched them quite closely. The miraculous inclination amphibians had towards tempo was a mystery. While he had yet to discover how they kept time, seeming to predict the pitch of whoever held them, this was one secret he could appreciate without understanding entirely. He had heard Xailah's murmured approval, though didn't respond, transfixed til the melody ended. When Rose practically dragged Henry to him, he was beaming warmly, radiating approval as he heard them discuss their amphibians' names. "No- they don't have any owners, I'm afraid. Most of them are borrowed from Magical Menagerie, because you see, they were either returned or were sitting in the shop for far too long." The explanation was projected to all present, and while Peri continued to smile, the expression dimmed from what it had been for the duo's song. It rekindled some as he looked between them, saying "The Choir is healthy recreation. For whatever reason, frogs and toads really seem to love singing.... Thank you for sharing your voices with us, and for giving Ulysses and Squirt something to look forward to." With a welcoming tilt of his head, the boy enthused softly, "I'll be counting the days 'til your next performance."

Santario stepped up for an audition of her own. She had been loyal to the choir since it was nothing more than a concept. Did she need to audition? No, but Pericles wasn't about to tell her that. He wanted to hear every voice present. Eyes alight with anticipation, he nodded encouragingly before sitting then and there on the floor besides the bins, legs folded, head raised. The song was unfamiliar as the one before, its lyrics equally intense, albeit on an altogether different level from the uplifting number performed previously. Though they seemed grim in nature, the melody was coaxing, haunting, and her companion played well with it. The simple croak of a toad could be a silly sound, but Mr. Toadsworth's resonant rumbling instead added an ominous edge to Santario's Mezzo-Soprano. As it came to an end, the boy breathed "That was beautiful, San. Thank you for that. I could tell Mister Toadsworth missed you, too, with how enthusiastically he sang along."

When the next girl introduced herself as a first-year, Pericles' kneejerk reaction was to treat her with tenderness. They were a mere year apart, but he had changed drastically in his time at Hogwarts, now seeing some of his own innocent obliviousness in those freshly arrived. "Welcome Starlee," he'd said with a mellow smile, insisting "Please go ahead, I'd be happy to hear you next." It took guts to sing for strangers, especially with a lack of musical accompaniment, but overcoming the awkwardness was half the battle. At the end of the day, even if they were all singing in unison, every individual voice mattered, and so did each individual's confidence. Pericles was less interested in finding the most sublime singers. What mattered was finding those who had the strength to put their talents on display in order to sing a song (though, it was very much his luck that all who arrived seemed to have some experience already). The first song had been sweet and uplifting, the second eerily emboldening. This next one was, well, silly to someone with little to no familiarity for pop. He hadn't heard the muggle original, so he would lack the capability to admire the masterful rendition into a magic song, but she was having fun performing and he was having fun listening. What was more, it seemed her new little friend was excitedly taking on her energy with its many croaks. When she bowed, the lad could not help but clap, a withheld laugh ringing on the edge of his voice. "The two of you got on naturally! That was brilliant. Well done, Starlee and- does this one have a name yet?" Peri was empathetically enthused, adding "No rush of course."

Despite Pericles' lack of leadership experience, the audition was carrying along with ease, four voices having been heard already. His stare slid from Simon to Xailah as he asked, "Who would like to go next?"

Interacting: @Rose Moon | @Santario Martin| @Starlee Kennedy | @Pericles Dralt
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High Treble - VC - Alan Walker

Henry fell silent as he listened to Santario audition. Her voice sounded lovely as least to Henry as he listened and when the song came to a end the twelve year old made sure to speak to his co dueling captain, " that was amazing Santario! Brilliant, really!" Henry would then smiled toward Starlee and would reply to her " good luck Starlee!"

It was funny how many more others the second year known this year than last year mainly because of the dueling team. Something that the twelve year old was grateful for as Henry turned his attention to Starlee and listened to her sing a pop type of song.

Henry smiled toward the girl and once she finished, Henry would say" that was bloody brilliant Starlee! What was the song you sang, it sounded distinctly familiar," probably because it was a pop songs and pop songs tended to sound familiar.

Turning his attention back toward Rose now since there was a break in the auditions. A smile appeared on Henry face as he looked down a bit before back at Rose as the second year replied " naming things isn't a bad thing, I think that's sort of cool Rose," before letting out a bit of a laugh mainly from his anxiety when he heard her comment about Ulysses. So predictable of the boy to name his frog after something he read in a book as the boy replied " Squirt is an adorable name to. Squirt and his human counterpart; Rose Moon sounds nice together," laughing a bit not sure what he included her surname. Surnames how odd they were or can be.

After a few moments, Henry didn't realize that the blonde haired ravenclaw duelist and frog choir director have heard him question if the frogs had names or not. However the second year looked toward him and smiled a bit at his comments.

Henry would nod upon hearing his final comment and smiling a bit as his thoughts definitely got the better of him, the boy wild replie to the ravenclaw, " that brilliant that the frog choir takes the ones that have been returned or haven't found homes yet," smiling a bit at the resting frog in his hand before back at Pericles as he spoke" and thanks! Were glad you like it!"

Once the ravenclaw would leave to another, Henry would smile toward Rose's comment before adding " I'm proud of us to, we did brilliantly," before adding a bit lower so only Rose could hear him, "do you think we're in?"

@Pericles Dralt, Noticing Performance
Trying to pick out a new friend & Performing

How had he missed the Frog Choir auditions last year?! It was everything that the boy loved to do; sing or hum or ribbit, and then there was the element of having a little amphibian friend to sing with you as well! As a boy, Piérre had loved to walk by streams and look for those elusive froggies, trying to catch them on occasion. When he had been really young, three or four, before his magic had surfaced, he had loved to croak back at them at night, hop around like one during the day, and stick out his tongue while crossing his eyes.

Yeah, he had been a bit a of a whackjob. But only in the most endearing of ways, he liked to believe.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident of the Gryffindors on the doomed Hogwarts Express, and through the events were behind him, Piérre was still finding himself rocky on his feet, swaying almost like he was intoxicated, as his knees shook and the world seemed to be moving a bit too much for comfort. His nose, which had in fact been broken by the suitcase which had smacked him in the face, had been healed easily enough, though there was a bit of a bent spot about halfway down, a small indent which testified to a still-healing mark. It was this little dimple that Piérre kept running his finger down, testing the imprint and wiggling the cartilage in the tip of his nose. It was the little things he was always intrigued with and obsessed over, small things like a broken nose and sore muscles as consequence for his brash actions which had knocked him senseless. He didn’t have many physical scars... and this was a bit of peculiar knowledge that the Britalian was now revising as he trotted his way to the rehearsal room.

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Rolled d4 to Determine House Color for the Day:

1- Hufflepuff
2- Ravenclaw
3- Gryffindor
4- Slytherin

Number Rolled: 3
Gryffindor

It was this Gryffindor pride he was expressing, a red and white striped shirt like you would see on a gondolier with a v-neck collar, and a pair of plain bleached jeans with a red sash belt. His hair was teased as it usually was, though he had brushed his hair thoroughly; it never seemed to want to stay brushed. At the nape of his neck, his now little longer than jawline hair was tied back in a small ponytail with a small hairtie he had picked up off the ground in the Gryffindor Common room. It would do for now, until he either convinced someone to help chop his hair or he decided to chop it himself

Humming as he draw close to the room, Piérre heard the singing and croaking from inside, and became quiet. He was already late, per his usual, and it would be rude of him to continue singing while there was another performance going on. No, he would simply have to wait and be patient, lurking near the door and creaking it open with careful hands in order to glance inside. It would not be until the singing was over from (@Xailah Alptraum) that Piérre would edge his way in, closing the door quietly behind him and trying his best not to attract any attention. He was slowly turning pink, and the tips of his ears were bright red.

‘Okay. Gogogogogogogogo....’ He thought to himself, semi-tiptoeing and semi-trotting to the place where he heard the croaking. It was kind of like a corny cartoon sequence, the big baddie trying to hide in plain sight. Yet, he would cross whether he was spotted or not, coming to look at possible singing partners. These were the froggoes!

And good Merlin were they adorable.

There were browns and greens, some yellows and reds and oranges. Most any autumnal colors your could imagine. They were all collected here together, and it was a good thing that Piérre had not brought along Figaro or the cat would have bapped at least, oh, about all of them. The one year old kitten would have absolutely wreaked havoc on the proceedings, chasing and mouthing the frogs, though perhaps never breaking the fragile skin. Piérre had already discovered more than a few live mice in his bedsheets, the prized presents gifted him by his dearest silver Bengal.

Rolling up his sleeves, Piérre began to pet the large and the small frogs and toads, stroking their warty and smooth backs with gentle hands. There was a childish grin spread across his face as he bounced without leaving the ground. He was far too immature to be a twelve year old going on thirteen. In a sense, he still considered himself a first year, if only in spirit. There were so many to choose from, and they all had such beautiful voices, bass croaks, trebles, baritones and contras. He could only have one.

That was the saddest part of all.

Humming again, Piérre tried to sing aimlessly so that all the frogs could pick up his voice. At this point, he was probing, checking to see which ones would sing in tune and who had an affinity with Piérre’s rather large male range. Bass bullfrogs rumbled in response, causing some water puddles to ripples with the sound. Higher voices whistled in, rippling in smaller waves. Some hopped away, growing silent and shy. Silent and shy couldn’t do. If they were going to sing with the easily excitable Piérre, the frog would have to cope with a lot of random stuff that the boy would throw at them without warning.

Putting the tip of his finger in the water to stir it quietly, Piérre’s humming reduced to a quiet grumble. There was so much that he needed to consider. Like, what if a frog wouldn’t do at all? What if it was a lizard? But lizards took a lot of work and care, and the boy was forgetful. What kind of complimentary voice part did he need anyways?

Something bit his finger.

Now, the thing is, frog bites don’t really hurt. Yes, they have strong jaws, and sometimes they can have little barbs that serve as pseudo-teeth to hold their prey, but the thing is that unless the frog is nearly the size of your hand, the bite itself doesn’t hurt. It is more of the shock that get you, that sort of surprise you feel when a fish nibbles your toes when you dangle them in the water on a pier. It doesn’t hurt, it just throws you off guard, and Piérre was assuredly thrown off guard.

“Ouch!” The yelp was mostly to himself, though perhaps those nearby would be surprised at the outburst. “Hey, who did that?” A little bit louder as he pulled his finger out of the water to get a good look at the perpetrator. The frog was, miraculously, still holding on to his finger. Well it was no wonder the boy hadn’t seen the frog approach; green and white speckles back had caused the critter to blend in perfectly with the water and the green within the water. Metallic golden eyes trimmed with a bit of copper on the edges flaunted a large black pupil, and Piérre saw that its small mouth was stubbornly holding onto his pinkie. “Heyyyy... you bit my finger! That’s not very nice, Charlie!” Mock anger, for his surprise had been mostly resolved. The other frogs, surprised by Piérre just as much as he had been surprised by this biting frog, had all croaked away, leaving the victim with the offender.

“I guess you’re stuck with me, huh? Arn’cha?” Piérre raided a brow as he lifted his pinkie in front of him. The frog was about four inches or so, rather long, yet the skin was relatively smooth, mottled only with a few green and white bumps here and there. The coloration of the spots turned more rust the further down to the rump they were. The frog blinked slowly, one eye and then the other, and Piérre couldn’t help but stick his tongue out at it, wrinkling up his face and furrowing his brows as he did. In response, the frog promptly opened its mouth and gravity took hold, causing the boy to reach out with his other hand and catch the green, red, and white speckled critter in the palm of his opposite hand. The frog, unfazed, opened and closed its mouth again, letting out a pair of high squeaks before going silent and then blinking one eye and then the other again.

M’kay. Piérre had a frog now. Now what? “You think we need to sing, Charlie?” The boy whispered to the frog.

“Creeeak creeeak crawk.” Was all Charlie responded with, a small throat pouch bulging slightly.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s head up and try, alright?”

What to sing, what to sing. Oh, he’d think of something on the fly!

Oh... Oh! He had it!

It was more of a funny reference, really, a song that only a few Muggles, Muggleborns, Halfbloods or any individual who had any experience with Muggle youtube and technology would know and recognize... maybe a song that would bring a few to tears in the right conditions. Piérre doubted that Charlie would know it, being a frog an all, but hey, maybe that didn’t really matter all that much. That’s why Piérre had chosen the lil guy after all, they were both trying something new.

So, taking his place, and waving at everyone with both hands, a broad smile plastered on his face. With a ph out loud count of one, two, three, four, Piérre started out with a little hop-dance, the leg rotation included. It was a bit of a funny jab to his nationality, but it was just that; funny.

I claimed Ziv Zaifman (Child singer in ‘A Million Dreams’, but Piérre’s voice is gradually becoming more mature.

He went on as long as he was wanted to go on for, careful to cut out and alter bits that he wasn’t fond of (the less PG parts ) Charlie, while they struggled a bit to stick with Piérre’s spontaneity, soon caught on, piping up with low third harmony and then switching it up with a higher theme which nicely complimented Piérre’s singing. Charlie needed practice, certainly, and this kind of music would not be what the choir would be singing, but that was why this was just an audition, proving what he could do.

Trying to show his flexibility, Piérre put his heart into it, trying to express cheesy musical, the start of a mature voice, and even pop or classical.

When he was finished, Piérre held Charlie up to his face, rubbing noses with it for a second before kissing its nose gently with a small laugh. Bouncing with excitement, Piérre backed down, jumping from the stage with the leap of a frog, taking his place as he watched the other performers with their lovely little accompanists.

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Frog Species: Parsley Frog
Frog Name: Charlie