St Muckymuck, Season 2: Feast Day Preparation, part IV

St Mocheomoc Cathedral

“OK, everyone, rehearsal in five minutes,” called out Chris Smith, the choir organist, standing in the cathedral door.  Within a few minutes all had assembled in the choir loft to the right of the great mosaic of Mocheomoc with Percival in his hand that adorned the dome above the altar.

“Where’s Ina?” said Chris.

“She’s outside,” said Grace.  “In a coma… by the river.”

“Well, someone go and drag her in here.  We can’t have rehearsal without her.”

Bob Robertson, the bass and boyfriend of Holly, the missing treasurer of the choir, sighed loudly.  “Why does it always fall to me to get Ina??  I feel like I should change my name to ‘someone’.”

“Oooo…good idea,” chimed in Bebe, the soprano.  “Won’t it be good to know you ARE someone?”  She said this with all sincerity.

Bob rolled his eyes and walked out the back of the cathedral.  “OK, everybody, let’s start our warm ups.  I’ve got a cracking good one to teach you today,” Chris said, getting everyone’s 

attention.  “Six sexy salivating swans…”

ST MUCKYMUCK

Season 2

WRITTEN BY STEVEN GORMAN

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The large door to the cathedral that Bob had just exited, burst open.  Two men in black, each with an earphone in their right ears, rushed in unrolling a red carpet that spanned the length of the cathedral and the width of the center aisle.  They were followed by two  more very handsome men in black also with earphones and sporting reflective sunglasses, one chewing gum.  They held pistols with the barrels pointing toward the ceiling and scanned the nave of the cathedral for miscreants.

One of them pulled out a walkie-talkie.  “OK – all clear.  Over.”

“Right,” came a crackly voice from the walkie-talkie.

In came two more men in black, followed by a young woman in a fine dress suit with her hair pulled up in a nice bun, with a clipboard tucked under one arm, a walkie-talkie of her own, and a ring loaded with dozens of keys suspended from a long, coiled cord.  She was followed by a photographer, two more men in black, and, finally, a pretty Asian woman dressed in pastel orange.  She was followed by two more men in black.  She held up two hands and exclaimed,” HI EVERYBODY!!!  I’M HEEEEERE!!”  She laughed melodically.

Bebe turned around to Chris.  “Mia’s here.”

“Oh, great!  We need another soprano!”

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