The village choir needed one more tenor. Martin auditioned and missed every high note.
The conductor tried a lower song. Martin missed that too. At the end, she thanked him and offered him a seat in the back row.
“Am I in?” he asked.
“We need someone who can turn the pages for the pianist.”
Martin brightened. “I’m very good at that.”
At the first rehearsal, the pianist stopped halfway through a song.
Martin had turned three pages at once.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I thought we’d sound better if we skipped my favourite bit.”