Finn continued undeterred. “I want the room to take a moment to consider the song ‘I Don’t Dance,’ perhaps the most loaded song lyrics in Disney history, if not the history of entertainment itself. The whole thing is a double entendre. ‘I’ll show you how I swing’? ‘Slide home, you score, swinging on the dance floor’?”

“Oh my god,” Alexei muttered.

“And to the doubters, I present the clincher: Ryan and Chad can be seen shortly after, sitting side by side, now literally wearing each other’s clothes. It’s the biggest hidden scandal since Simba wrote ‘sex’ in the sky with leaves.”

“Wasn’t that S-F-X? Like, sound effects?” Mr. Elliot asked.

Finn shook his head at him pityingly. “So old, and yet so naïve.”

“Old? I’m twenty-seven! And don’t you talk to me about those movies like I couldn’t understand, I was there.”

“What’s your point, Finn?” Ray cut in, her no-nonsense voice back up and running.

Brooke glanced at her, then looked straight at the floor. As far as I knew, she still hadn’t worked things out with Ray. I guess even though I’d set things into motion out of turn, that didn’t magically erase Brooke’s anger over what Ray had done.

“My point is I’m moving to make Ryan and Chad the official mascots of the Q and Q Club.”

“We’ll consider it; next item,” Mr. Elliot said quickly.

Finn narrowed his eyes at him, then tracked his finger down the clipboard. “Okay … here’s a submission from…” He squinted, then pulled back. “Finn Park.”

Ray looked very much like she wanted to snatch the clipboard right from his hands.

“I woke up at four a.m. this morning after an inspired dream and realized—alliteration! We should be the Queer and Questioning Qlub. Qlub with a Q. Triple Q. That’ll definitely increase recruitment.”

The room fell into silence. Finn looked around, circling his hands in the air to invite feedback.

Ray raised a stiff hand. Finn pointed to her. “Raina, always a pleasure.”

“There’s one item left and we’re running out of time,” Ray said.

Finn looked put out. “Fine, but we’re revisiting this next week. So, the final topic is … biphobia, with Darcy.”

He didn’t have to make it sound like a talk show.

Suddenly, all eyes were on me. And I didn’t want to do this, but I knew I had to.