She thinks she's the greatest vocal coach of all time. Lemme tell ya, she's not. She doesn't exactly 'teach' us; she just throws music at us and expects us to know it instantly. I'm sorry, Kermit. That's not the way it works in life.
The reason I'm calling her Kermit is because she was wearing an awful green shirt. I'm sorry, Kermit. It's not cute. You're old and nasty. PLEASE DON'T PUSH US AROUND. Don't you realize we all make fun of you, Kerm? Yeah. We do. It's true. I'm sorry. And you know who the best singers in our chorus are; you're just afraid to admit it. I should have a lead part.. I should. So should that other kid. No, I should have ALL of the lead parts. I have a black woman voice and I'm not afraid to use it. Stop treating us like your little school classrooms. We're not little or anything. We're mature. And that joke about 69 and your high school years? Gross. I had to look at people having babies to get that picture out of my head you sex-crazed llama.
Thanks for reading and understanding why I am so mad, guys. I'm glad you understand ;)
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