The Music Inspector
Dear Journal My name is Gladys Armstrong. Yesterday was awful. It was the day the music inspector came. I was very scared since I don’t like singing and I usually just lip sync the words. I was standing in the back as usual when the music inspector, Mr. R, walked into the room. He was wearing huge knickerbockers and stockings that reminded me of a hunting man. He has a big red mean looking face that made goosebumps all over my arms and bright blue eyes. He had a quick look at us before putting down his bag. He said we have to do ‘do, ray, me’ and the tapping thing. After all of that he called Benny Gibler and Charles Harolson to go sing. I could see the sweat and fear that they were going through. Mr. R told them to stand in front. They did not know a single song. It was dreadful! Mr. R got angry and his face when bright red, redder than his usual tone. My eyes were wide open to show I was listening. Even the naughty boys went quiet. Finally Charles said something, “we can sin