"In the presence of God, Roderich and Elizabeta have given their consent and made their marriage vows to each other. They declared their marriage by the giving and receiving of rings. I therefore proclaim that they are husband and wife." The priest was kind of a weird one. He was a serious type, with a stoic face and hard blue eyes. He also had long blonde hair that reached past his hips.
Roderich and Elizabeta looked at each other, smiled, and kissed. Everyone in the benches started clapping as the wedding march started, and Roderich turned to Gilbert. "You resisted the urge for surprises." Amusement was in his voice as Gilbert shrugged. "Yeah, I'm mature now!" Roderich took Elizabeta's hand and they began to walk down the aisle as everyone still clapped and cheered for the newlyweds.
Suddenly, there was singing.
"Love, love, love. Love, love, love." The curtains in the alcoves opened up to reveal a choir pointing to the couple. Elizabeta turned to Roderich and smiled. "Did you do this?" Roderich just stared up at the choir. "Uhm…. No." They turned, and saw Gilbert smirking, videotaping the whole thing. He noticed them staring and just shrugged, trying not to laugh. The couple turned back to the choir. A man walked out of the curtains to stand beside the organ with a mic.
"There's nothing you can do that can't be done. There's nothing you can sing that can't be sung. There's nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It's easy. All you need is love." Trumpets popped up out of the back rows of benches, startling the couple. "All you need is love." Flutes stood up in the middle on the left, and Roderich laughed. Everyone in the church was craning their necks trying to see the man better and there wasn't a face in the entire building that wasn't smiling or laughing. "All you need is love, love." More instrument players were standing up, until about half of the audience was actually an orchestra of saxophones, French horns, flutes and the like. Gilbert high-fived the priest. "Love is all you need..." A man on the electric guitar popped up above a pillar and Elizabeta laughed.
Bertram walked at a brisk pace back to the house he shared with Erik. He shut the door and set down his keys just as his brother Govert walked into the room. They looked at each other, both equally surprised. Bertram laughed. "Hey bro! What the hell are you doin' here?" Govert shifted. "Oh I just erm….. Popped over to borrow some old CDs…."
Bertram scoffed. "And Erik let you in?"
"Uh, yeah…."
"Lovely o-obliging young man, isn't he?" Govert chuckled.
"Just thought I'd come by really quick and see if he was doing any better. This is good."
Govert shifted again, his gaze trailing down to the floor. "Oh."
"Listen, erm, I've been thinking. I think we ought to take Mom out for her birthday on Friday. What do you think? I just feel we've been bad sons this year." Bertram shrugs, looking at his brother, who laughs lightly.
"Okay, sounds fine. Boring, but fine."
Suddenly a voice from the back of the house.
"Hurry up big boy! I'm naked and I want you at least twice before Bertram gets home!"
Oh.
Seems Erik is doing better.
Okay.
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Govert: Netherlands
