To the Boss: Please read on for more thoughts that may be of use to you.
First, dude! Per our brutal audience, please, please, please – do gracefully raise/lower at least one arm to the audience, who really don’t participate in responding/singing.
Second, dude! Please sing the responsorial/acclamation like the old white lady from this mid-morning and like little Yas from this afternoon. Both you and I are adrenalized and presentation is best when R&A is SLOWED down!
Third, dude! Anyway, I still love your Mom. She’s huggable after she switched seats with Yoli and sat nearest moi. One day, I could pull her white hair – five white/gray hairs for one penny. I don’t mind because I do the same with my own Maw. Such primate activities bind family units. “Mom” truly feels like a “Sister” (or Ate).
Fourth, dude! You’re so fine! Thanks for receiving the Host at my right side, which would have made you my man-bride and I your groom-woman. Seriously, we could make a fine couple of musical misfits. But you’re taken. Has sadness, now. Evil Kitty will lick her prideful wounds in a corner.
I thought you were following beautiful Ms. Yoli, whom I/we thought was Chinese. Boy, her grip/body is marital arts/Sensei solid/thick. Twice, I thought she’d break my bones from a simple nudge with her arm/body.
Anyway, I got a main piece of the Eucharist, a vertical, shaped trapezoid. I was being a brat and held up the piece high as if towards the blessed Light in thanks/gratitude.
Fifth, dude! So, were you aware that I’ve been accompanying the CoC for the third time? I like them because as a noob, I don’t care to know their troubles/problems/dramas. I’m there to support Kuya Ed: He’s a good lead. Out of the corner of my eye and while setting up the keyboard after your gig, I saw you glance into my direction. Huh. Got you thinking, eh? Oh well, enjoy the rest of your thoughts. You have your own life, I guess.
We’re home and eating lunch after attending two masses at 10:45 pm (main choir) and 12:15 pm (CoC and moi, your fellow keyboard accompanist). I violated my Nutrisystem diet with LASAGNA! I feel fat like Garfield the fat/tabby/orange cat in the comic strips.
The microphone was pointed to the keyboard. Unfortunately, the LOUD sound drowned out the singers, who weren’t in too much unison. I won’t do that again. My bad! But it’s good because if the singers mess up at least my mess up will be more obvious.
After the “recessional hymn”, I could hear the audience applaud loudly and a skinny/crazy, old/Filipino woman wearing the same outfit screamed: “Bravo! Viva Filipino!” I took a bow, of course, thanks to my big auspicious forehead of good luck per Asians, like moi.
Wise cracker: “You were perfect!” Thanks, Maw. Paw was proud, too. But my feet hurt from the painful sandal strap directly over my right foot bunion/bone! I’d rather walk barefoot and wear togas!
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