sunday for the lord, yes

subbing at a church service is much fun gig for me. as i no longer have a regular church job, it's been great going around town and fill-in for different congregation and denominations over the years. the funny thing is that playing the music is the easiest part, HAHA.

every service is slightly different, and every church/choir/peeps do something bit different. yet because it's a sunday service, often, they all know WHAT TO DO, except me, the fill-in.  so sometimes things get exponentially silly, and today was one of those!

1. st. clair-lawrence bus: i got up early enough to do 5k run before the service. totes forgot to check it was the subway-bus day. check google, should make it just on the nose. system dawdles. and i make it with 1 min to spare. post-work out dash.

2. choir warm-up/review for service: goes smashing well. get into a discussion with a member about rando thing while making notes on bulletin for the day *ex. what to sing, where i play, what's spoken, etc.

3. saw a gown last week, so decided that i was gonna dress par-usual (hence, not dressy at all), and put the gown on.  marcus the conductor's like head taller than me. so now im swimming in this massive thing. the hem is only 3 inches off the ground. i can kinda see the last digits of my fingers. decided to go ahead.

4. start prelude. cant see feet, so am struggling. but anyhow.

5. where is my bulletin with all my notes?
it's gone. i go through every loose sheets of stuff i have. it's nowhere to be found. i hear the spoken stuff somewhere in the yonder of my consciousness. pause. i think it's my turn to play. they are looking at me. i grasp the hymnal number and start playing.

AND COMES THE SILENT SCHOOL OF FISH FACES SAYING:
THAT IS NOT THE RIGHT TUNE.

they are silently (and somehow loudly) telling me that im on the wrong thing.
AND IT IS THE WRONG THING
BUT I DONT HAVE THE BULLETIN WHAT IS IT THEN

the pastor calmly reannounces the tune. he also says: "we also like that tune too."
i somehow converse back loudly, "good, cuz it's on for later part of service."
everyone chuckles.

plays the right tune.

6. rest of service: eventually give up searching for the bulletin. still swimming in gown. now im sliding down on the bench. unzip the gown. service keeps going. cant see the 'offering' people's location, cuz marcus' head taller than me, the mirror isnt exactly on, and i forgot to check for that...

7. and that was that.

all before noon.
praise the lord.
people are happy with service. and man, it was hard work.
'you play so well!'
'yes, once i know where/when to play.'

i love subbing.

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