I was a "choir kid" at Tucson High School, heavily involved in the large concert choir and the smaller, more advanced vocal ensemble. It was all very "Glee," but (mercifully) without the dancing.
Every once in a while, we'd take trips to other parts of the state for, you know, confabs 'n' such: invitationals, competitions, etc. Going to Phoenix was never a big deal, because it was so close that everybody would just carpool back at the end of the day.
Flagstaff, however, was a different matter. It was far away, so you'd have to make a weekend of it. That meant staying with host families. Before going, our teachers would have to give us a little pep talk about this situation. "Many of you," they'd warn us, "will end up staying with Mormon families. Prepare yourselves." After all, this was Northern Arizona, an area dominated by the LDS. No big deal, right? Wrong.
See, a big part of the Mormon Church, maybe even the biggest part, is all about proselytizing, and children, even (maybe even especially) from non-Mormon households, were considered fair game. Basically, if you ended up staying with a Mormon host family, your every waking non-choir hour was going to be filled up with attempts to drag you into the church. "Oh!" they'd say, "we have a special youth picnic today," or, "It's so lucky you're here this weekend, because you'll get to attend our big carnival of fun!" The rest of us attended huge, illicit kegger bonfires in the forest while our poor friends went to Friday night "teen" church services.
I don't think it was luck that prevented me from having to stay with a Mormon family; I'm pretty sure everybody knew that better not happen, as I was stridently atheistic from a very early age. Everybody knew full well it would be disastrous to throw me into that mix. My friends, though, weren't so lucky. They all got "zapped" at one point or another. We'd meet up the next day, and you could always tell who had gotten stuck at LDS activities the evening before: they were the dazed-looking kids spouting forbidden obscenities, chain smoking Pall Malls, and taking hits off flasks of Jack Daniels like their lives depended on it, just to get it out of their systems. Poor things. Afterwards, they'd get LDS junk mail for years.
All a part of growing up in The Copper State!