Evan loves to sing. Evan loves to sing like a 14th-century monk. Evan loves to sing like a 14th-century monk who is trying to drown out all other sound in the world. He sings with passion, conviction, slightly recognizable words, and 2-3 different notes that can carry over 300 yards.
When we lived on a street that led to the Metro, commuters would walk in front of our house every day. Since Evan's room was on the second floor and he would open the window to let in air, people could hear his singing. Evan would broadcast his sing-a-longs to Newsies or Journey with Joseph with full-throated joy.
One day, an ambulance, police car, and fire truck each pulled up in front of our house. A doctor, cop, and firefighter each came to our door. "We received a report than an old person is in pain upstairs and screaming for help."
We explained that it was our roommate and assuaged their fears that we had locked a Cinderella or Jane Eyre crazy person upstairs. Evan came down and asked why they stopped by. We explained that they wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay. He seemed touched by such concern and service.
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