Since James is going to Chivalry Hall, he's going to be very happy that the school is also home of the Knights' Chorus, so he can keep enjoying singing in school. He's also going to enjoy performing in the Royal School Exposition, where, unlike the Royal School Fair, students can show their families where they're going after graduating from Royal Prep. He's also there to help some of the students with a song he had to do in one of his favorite classes in Royal Prep. Thanks to Niagara14301 for helping with some of the details. Celtic Thunder is not mine.

Everyone in the royal family watched as the current and incoming students of Chivalry Hall took the stage at the Royal School Exposition. They were proud of James for choosing the school so he could continue learning how to be a knight. However, another reason James was excited about the school was not only that he could do more writing, since he would learn how to come up with strategies for helping to protect kingdoms, but there was also a Knights' Chorus which was taught by Sir Maxwell, who in taught this class in addition to being Royal Prep's Chorus teacher, so he could continue doing something else he loved.

As Sir Maxwell gave the cue to start the song, he smiled at James, whom he had invited to join the Knights' Chorus the day he heard that James was going to Chivalry Hall. He told him that the Knights' Chorus was open to all ages with all knowledge of music. James of course had said yes, and just like he did in his Music Appreciation class, he had offered to play the piano and run the sound board for concerts and music programs. Like Professor Blumberg, Sir Maxwell had enthusiastically accepted the offer, and he even told James that he could have an occasional solo.

One of the older students came up and spoke, Out of the mists of Time it comes
Older than the oldest rhyme it comes
Coursing through our veins it comes
Pulsing in our brains it comes
Crashing like a thunder roll
Echoing in our very soul
Listen for it as it comes
The pure, unbridled sound of drums

"I remember this song," Roland murmured over the instrumental break, "James said Sir Finnegan helped him with some of the pronunciation when he did this with his Music Appreciation class."

"And I think James is especially happy about Chivalry Hall having a Knights' Chorus," Sofia agreed, not bothering to hide her own grin, and offering Sir Finnegan a seat next to her when she saw him come over. "That way he can still enjoy singing in school."

"I think he was the first to sign up for the Knights' Chorus demonstration, Princess," Sir Finnegan chuckled as James came up to the microphone.

James smiled as he began the song, When the storm is raging
And thunder rolls
Deliver us from the ocean
Save our souls

He joined in with the rest of the students, A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

"Wait…James knows Gaelic?" Miranda whispered.

"Thanks to Sir Finnegan," Roland whispered back. He noticed some of the older students having trouble as they sang. "But I see that some of the older students are struggling with the pronunciation."

"But James is there to help them," Amber smiled.

At the same time, Squire Vance stepped up to the microphone, When the winds are howling
Vigil keep
Shelter us and save us
From the deep

He smiled as he heard James helping him and the rest of the Knights' Chorus, A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

Squire Vaughn took the next verse, Thank you, Lord, you have brought us
Safe to shore
Be our strength and protection
Ever more

He nodded as he heard James helping everyone again, A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

James took the bridge, giving Sir Finnegan a thumb's up as thanks for helping him learn the language, Dean troicara (Have mercy)
Dean troicara (Have mercy)
A Thiarna (Lord)

Smiling proudly, Sir Finnegan returned the gesture, nodding as he heard James helping the students with the last chorus.

"He's really good," Amber smiled.

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

"Indeed he is, Princess Amber," Sir Finnegan smiled as the Knights' Chorus finished the song.

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

As James met up with his family and Sir Finnegan after the concert, Sir Finnegan clapped him on the back. "Well done, Prince James! You've done me proud!"

"Thanks again for helping me with the song, Sir Finnegan," James grinned. "I tried to help everyone with the pronunciation."

"And you did a fine job, lad," Sir Finnegan smiled. "Not everyone can learn Gaelic in such a short amount of time."

"That was well done, James," Miranda smiled. "I forgot Sir Finnegan tutored you in Gaelic when you did that song with your Music Appreciation class."

"You certainly did a wonderful job!" Roland agreed.

"Daidí go raibh maith agat!" James grinned.

"Er…Erin go bragh to you too…" Roland looked puzzled.

"What? I just said 'Thanks, Dad!'" James smirked as Sir Finnegan mussed his hair. "It's a good thing I kept that English-Gaelic dictionary Sir Finnegan gave me!"

"And I think I might have to borrow that book," Roland agreed as he mussed his hair.

Well, I think I'll let Roland brush up on his Gaelic while I come up with some more ideas for tomorrow's installment of Do You Want to Sing Together! I'm still taking your requests and writing them down. So until tomorrow, coinnigh súil le haghaidh an chéad bhaisc eile de amhráin (keep an eye out for the next batch of songs)!