Randomly, I went to the living room to watch the news. I happened to catch a story about an event called "Seductive Stories at Suppertime", which was a storytelling session for adults only.

Then, on the stage, I saw the vocal coach from the Multi-Voice Magic choral speaking days of yore, where my sec 1 class was subjected to hours of torture and rehearsals that we had no interest in whatsoever. (Yes, we may have been only 13 then, but that did not imply that we had no dignity.)

And as the camera panned out, I felt my innocence cave in. (Well, not exactly.)