A video came across my Instagram feed last week with a familiar directive: Wait until the end. The cover photo of a group of children caught my maternal attention, and I pressed play.

In the video, a group of boys who appear to be around 10 years old surrounds one of their peers. The blond boy in the middle of the circle anxiously shifts his weight. You might think some cruel mockery or another kind of bullying behavior is about to ensue but then the music starts, and the boy cautiously launches into a verse of Lose Control by Teddy Swims.

As he sings, holding the notes with increasing confidence, the boys fidget and whisper. Several cross their arms and tuck their fingers into their armpits. Others flit their eyes, uncertain where to rest their gaze. Although they seem to lack a script for how to react in this situation, they follow the lead of the male counselors standing with them and listen attentively. When the boy nails a vocal run, you can hear some of the others gasp in awe.

At the songs close, there is a quiet pause, then one of the counselors shouts his name and the boys cheer and rush to him with a delighted roar, their arms reaching out to tousle his hair. They cheer: Char-lie! Char-lie! Char-lie!