So...
today, @ the end of choir, a tenor's cell phone rang, and he answered it, and as he headed out the door, we all heard, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET BACK IN HERE...HOW DARE YOU...!"
*tenor shuffles into place, and we all...freeze*
*Mr.Pullan cracks a joke, and we all giggle nervously...secretly, I pity the poor tenor, and blush for fear that someday, this same fate might befall me...*

God forbid. Please, please, please!