Mahahaha!
(Oh how little it takes to amuse me.)
It was mine and my sister’s week to sing (yes, I should probably explain that, but I should probably also find out how grammatically awful that is - I’m going to do neither, deal with it), and we were doing a new song. We listened to it before we got there, and it sounded simple enough. We only do background stuffs (when we’re not laughing at each other), so we weren’t too worried about learning much more than the chorus.
The song either has two bridges, or the bridge is repeated, I don’t remember (I usually only pretend to pay attention to my surroundings - if I bother to pretend at all). The leader asked if anyone minded if we skip the second bridge only do the first one. We assured him that we didn’t mind at all, and I was all, “I think, instead, during that part the drummer should do an interpretive dance.” It was funny in my head, and the filter between my brain and my mouth doesn’t always work.
The drummer was all, “okay, I’ll just stop drumming and do a little dance.”
I said, “no, keep drumming, but still dance,” so he does a little jig on his seat.
I was trying to work out a way that he could stand on his chair, dance and play at the same time, but after he tried playing with one hand, holding his stick in his teeth, and holding out his other hand so I could help him balance on this seat, he wasn’t really goin for it.
During the first set of songs, between two songs, I lean over to my sister and ask her if she has any paper, so I can write a sign to remind the drummer to dance. She found this funny, so during the beginning of the first song, the part we don’t sing, we’re both silently laughing. Oh, yes, we have proper stage decorum coming out our asses.
Between groups of songs, when we were back at our seats, she handed me an extra piece of paper, and I made a sign that said “dance!”
I stuck it in the folder right before the new song, so I wouldn’t forget it was there.
When we got to that part in the song, I grabbed the sign and turned around and held it so he could read it. He immediately starts doing that same little jig in his seat. When everything was over, and the band was jamming, I catch the drummer’s eye from where I’m sitting, and he started dancing again.
It was really funny.
You maybe have had to have been there, but trust me, it was funny.
Oh, and another thing
We wore pajamas to the program today (it made sense with the theme, but again, I don’t care enough to explain it).
I wore fluffy camo slippers, and lent my sister happy bunny slippers.
My pjs were black pants with little skull and bones with a pink bow, and a black tank top with a large version.
We brought teddy bears, just for good measures.
Afterward, I was sitting in my chair (really comfortable chair) hugging my bear just waiting for things to wind down so we could go get dinner.
The leader just finished packing up his gear and was heading out. As he passed where I was sitting, after his standard “good job singing, tonight,” he stops and looks at me and says “there’s something kind of disturbing about you hugging a teddy bear with skull and bone pajamas and rock star hair."
That was funny too.
Laugh.
Laugh dammit!
okay, I'm gonna go now, cuz I have to pee.
You wanted to know that, trust me.
