The Nightmare of a Singing Inspector

I never wanted to go back ,never! My name is Gladys Armstrong and  I experienced what felt like a real-life nightmare. Yesterday, the singing Inspector came. He wore big knickerbockers and stockings, his face was round and reddish with eyes of hate that looked surprisingly like blue gooseberries but I think his golden curls stood  out the most. He still frighten’s me. His name is Raymond. I hate him, I hate him! He is the rudest, meanest person I know. When he came, he left the little children and the big boys alone ,but we had to suffer. Raymond called us into a huge room  and we had to sing. Altogether we sang “Dow ray me far sow la Te.” Then the embarrassing part came. He called up Ben and Charles but they didn’t know what to sing “COME ON SING” He shouted. They began to sing Pretty Polly. Ben sang high and squeaky, he looked terrified. While Charles’s voice was low and rough. I really wanted to to laugh ,they were terrible but because of Mr Raymond I kept my mouth shut.When they were half way finished he shouted “WASTE of time, WASTE OF TIME! Two voiceless idiots in a singing class! SEND THEM OUT!”

Next he called up Jess.She was amazing and my fears seamed to fly out the window when she sang but what I didn’t know was that  I was next. His voice echoed through the hall “ Gladys Armstrong and Iris, your next.” I saw Iris try to hide behind one of the students but it was too late. I walked up there with her but my nerves got the best of me. I started to think “ What if I’m too bad? What if he sent me away? What if everyone laughs?”I started shaking, I was trying to hide my fear but I don’t think it worked. We just stood there mouths shut ,not daring to sing.Then he began to mock “ What have we here, the  deaf and the dum? Where’s you voice girls?” I was hurt but I wanted to confront him! I wanted to tell him just what he is , a big bully! I wanted to put him in his place! But nothing came out, there were no words, just silence. He called Winnie and Gladys Long to help us, “The  Paralysed Mutes” or so he called us.We sang along quietly.That night I remembered what had happened but I knew the worst part was having to go back to singing lessons next week. I silently screamed in my pillow. I was always fine with going back when I had Iris but I heard she’s going to do math instead. That night I had a  nightmare, I dreamed of yesterday and having to do it all again.