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Shining the light...
With any organized group that has regular meetings, certain members of that group are often called upon to perform functions as needed. In churches, this is certainly the case if not more so, particularly when it comes to music and, in the case of our church, all things theatrical.
Last Friday night I participated in a benefit concert, played a total of four songs (one quite badly, in my opinion), and with the musical help of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aerie13 and ten other terrific musicians, raised just under 3/4-ton of money for some friends. The concert was not as well attended as I might have liked, but the important people were there, including the pastor, Jim, and associate pastor, Lynn. Lynn stopped me as I was pacing at the back of the audience and said, "I had no idea you could do that.. " I replied, "Because I don't advertise. Thank you, though."
The next morning, after the pancake breakfast with Santa at the church, Pastor Jim sat down across from me at the table where I was just finishing breakfast. He clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing just above his chin.
He waited. I swallowed, put down my fork, reached for my coffee.
He said, "You outed yourself."
I sipped. "So I gather."
He let the silence stretch. "I'm a patient man."
Michelle, her shins beyond the range of my kicking foot, said sunnily, "Oh yes, he can do music. His degree is in technical theatre, so he can also do sets, costumes, lighting, electrical, and he can act. He has this thing he does sometimes around Christmas where he plays a shepherd character, you really should see it, it's really good."
During the recitation of my many virtues, I could see in Jim's face that he was mentally filing it all away.
I'm a goner. Christmas eve morning I shall don my homespuns.
Last Friday night I participated in a benefit concert, played a total of four songs (one quite badly, in my opinion), and with the musical help of
aerie13 and ten other terrific musicians, raised just under 3/4-ton of money for some friends. The concert was not as well attended as I might have liked, but the important people were there, including the pastor, Jim, and associate pastor, Lynn. Lynn stopped me as I was pacing at the back of the audience and said, "I had no idea you could do that.. " I replied, "Because I don't advertise. Thank you, though."The next morning, after the pancake breakfast with Santa at the church, Pastor Jim sat down across from me at the table where I was just finishing breakfast. He clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing just above his chin.
He waited. I swallowed, put down my fork, reached for my coffee.
He said, "You outed yourself."
I sipped. "So I gather."
He let the silence stretch. "I'm a patient man."
Michelle, her shins beyond the range of my kicking foot, said sunnily, "Oh yes, he can do music. His degree is in technical theatre, so he can also do sets, costumes, lighting, electrical, and he can act. He has this thing he does sometimes around Christmas where he plays a shepherd character, you really should see it, it's really good."
During the recitation of my many virtues, I could see in Jim's face that he was mentally filing it all away.
I'm a goner. Christmas eve morning I shall don my homespuns.
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First of all, I cannot believe you said you played a song QUITE BADLY. Are you high?!?! Do you really have no ability to hear yourself whatsoever?
Why the hell is almost everyone I love convinced that they suck??
I'm gonna go pour that third glass of wine. You all may be on your own.
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I don't suck. I just sucked at that moment :)
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