Well, this is unexpected.

Mischa is a self-proclaimed gangster. He loves rap music and weed (He's never smoked.) and sex (He's a virgin.)

Now he's sat here, in the choir room of a choir he never wanted to be at in the first place, gazing star stuck at... a guy. A very, very pretty guy that makes his heart skip a traitorous beat. What is this feeling? This is has changed things.