Conversations
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: Our Christmas Pagent, at least, the practice.
This is why Trisher and I can't stand by each other. Much less by J-Bob, Fish, and Forsyth.
Trisher, do you remember the school's saxaphone? Hope you don't die after playing it...LOL!
I will lie! I will!
(Side note, Boromir is alive, and is Trisher. Guess who I am, yup, the Silent Shepard. I wanted a line!)
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They were doing a reanactment of the Fellowship's journey.
This was just a practice, but it was one of the final ones. And Boromir, being as he is, forgot his horn.
Now, normally Boromir had to have his music stand and everything, and that kept him from getting to close to Faramir, the Person without a line.
Boromir, since he forgot his horn, got to stand next to Faramir.
Well, during one of the songs, Boromir started singing loud. And off-key. Faramir was one of those people who laughed easily, and he held a straight face for as long as he could, but eventually, he just burst out laughing. Then, Eomer, Hama, and Theoden started laughing. The laughter spread from them to the elves, then the Rangers, then the hobbits.
Gandalf, who was directing, was not happy.
"Faramir!" he said sharply. "Get a hold on yourself."
Faramir got a grip, and quit laughing.
"Now, Boromir, move back, all the way. And Faramir move up. Yes, by the hobbits, I don't care if they're short." Gandalf survyed his work. "That should stop the fun." he said
"Now," he started "Let's try this again, minus the laughing and disruptiveness."
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"Mrs. A, what's a thinker?"
"I'm not surprised you wouldn't know what that is, Josh."