Darren was extremely dumbfounded. The person who had been singing all this while was his best friend...the quiet one...the one who didn't object to singing but never did actually try. Actually he never had the chance.
"Daniel, why didn't you tell me..." asked Darren, shell-shocked. Daniel looked up from the lyrics book and saw its owner, his mouth gaping wide. Joan walked in and saw the same thing.
"Say Darren, nice voice," remarked Joan. "I guess all that vocal training must have had a good effect on you!"
"Thanks, but that wasn't my voice," replied Darren. Joan was shocked.
"Not your voice?" asked Joan. "Then whose voice was it?" Joan followed Darren's outstretched arm and was surprised, if not more shocked than she was before.
"You're saying Daniel sang just now?" asked Joan. "I don't believe it!"
"Neither do I, but all evidence points to him," said Darren. "He was the only one here...he's the only one we heard singing...so..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?" interrupted Daniel. "What's this about my voice?"
"Didn't you hear youself just now?" asked Darren disbelievingly.
"Well, yeah, but it sounds the same to me," replied Daniel. "What's so special about it?"
"SOUNDS THE SAME?" said Joan. "Daniel, your voice is just like that of Charlotte Church!"
"Charlotte Church?" asked Daniel. "That teenage prodigy of a opera singer?"
"Yeah!" said Darren. "Maybe even better!" Daniel just laughed.
"Come on, you must be joking," shrugged Daniel. "You're the one with the vocal training, not me!" Darren pulled out a tape recorder from his pocket and rewound the tape.
"Look, just sing again," said Darren. "I'll record your voice, and then you hear your own self, okay?" Daniel agreed and sang once more, for the tape recorder. By now a crowd had gathered around Daniel, admiring his voice.
"Okay...stop!" said Darren when the tape reached the end. He rewound the tape and played it for all to hear. This time, Daniel was the one who was dumbfounded.
