Sing Book 2

Tales of Fame, Friendship and Family.

1st Arc: The Value of Passion and Friendship.

Chapter 4: Of Violins and Crucifixes

Heartcross & Diamondspade Boulevard, Johnny´s Pov:

After a Day full of progressive music lessons, the time for the way back home had come.

After saying goodbye to Rosita and her Kids as well as Gunther and Miss Johanna´s Kids, Ash, Jason and I made our way to his Home, the St. Eleanor Church´s Orphanage, to drop Jason off.

The Fact that he lived in an Orphanage came as quite a shock to me and believe me when I said that I had outmost compassion for the little boy.

Although the same did not seemed to be all too much bothered by that fact.

According to his telling, he lost his Parents in a car accident when he was 2 years old, and since both had no siblings nor other relatives anymore, the young boy was given into the custody of the Sisters at St. Eleanor´s.

The same had raised him ever since and I can tell that he has grown to a fine young man.

Since he basically only knew the Orphanage as his home, he never really seemed to be bothered by the fact, that he never had a father to play football with, though he had enough Orphanage-Siblings to play with.

Also, although the Sisters try their best to keep a neutral air around the children, to not become too attached to them and eventually ending up, unwilling to give them up to potential new families for them, was it clear to anyone involved that they were basically the mother-replacements for the kids, so also for Jason.

According to his confession, he was especially fond of one of the older Sisters, whom he considered very important to him, close to a mother, her name was Sister Lorene, and she also was responsible for the music lessons in the church, as well as the Church-choir, to which Jason was part of.

"So Jason, tell me, how did you find our free-spirited lessons, without the stuffiness of a classroom, or the boring mouth-to-ear-in-endless-repeat-teaching, I really would like to have some honest feedback, you know, to know what I can make better tomorrow?" I asked him as I looked at him in the back-mirror.

"Well…, all I can say is that I learned much about music today, I might have heard a lot of different songs and genres, either when I walked the streets, or rode in the bus to school or whenever we got some Music CDs and Vinyl-discs in the offerings for the Orphanage.

As I said, I like Jazz and Soul music much, maybe even old-school Rock songs.

But today I learned that, although in many different genres, some songs can have almost the same content…, that the meaning behind them is the same as with other artists, even if the style changes.

I learned that music can be either for entertainment or for bringing a clear message across.

I learned that Music, is what we like to hear, not what other people want and decide for us to hear." Jason replied and I nodded.

"You sure right about that kid.

If music would always be only that, what other people want it to be for us, then the entire individuality of music would go to waste.

Like Mrs. Hepburn and her claim that Classic is the only real music.

Music itself is in no need of any classification.

If a Bird tweets, we don´t try to put a classification on it, neither do we try to label it as a genre.

It is Bird-tweeting, the song from his heart, that what he wants to tweet in that very moment.

If I were to hum, you could not say this is gorrillish or something, it´s just me humming to a tune in my head, either to an existing song, or just for fun.

However, since songs are more complex than a mere humming, as it contains music, soundwaves, created by several instruments, as well as Singing, the soundwaves produced by the voice of a living being, text brought to life in various ways.

A Song is an accumulation of various different sounds and depending on the composition of these sounds, the end result can be different, even if the meaning behind it is similar.

That is the reason why the concept of different Genres even exists in the first place.

Some people like loud music, others like it softer, some like hard guitar riffs, or pounding basses, other get their high from listening to the sound of wind instruments, such as Bagpipes, Pan-flutes, or the fine tone of a violin and a cello.

No matter what you like to listen to, as long as you like it, it can be music in your ears, if it makes you smile and tap your feet to it, if it makes you holler and sing along, or if it even makes you dance in a way you want to.

I knew a guy from my neighborhood, who loved to listen to the Bells of your church, every day he woke up early, just to listen to the ringing of the bells.

He said that he loved the sound of it, because depending on the weather, the bells would always sound a little different, and he was at such a point that he could predict the weather for the coming day just by listening to those little differences.

He did not even had to look out of the window to know when it rained, or when a storm was coming up.

My father often called him eccentric…, but I cannot remember one day on which I did not see him smile, as soon as the church-bells rung.

For him that was his favorite music…, and although I might never truly comprehend the appeal of listening every hour to Church-bells, I never questioned his sanity, for him it was what he liked to hear.

I know some people who love to listen to the noise of the town at night, when the traffic calms down and you really hear something different, than constant honking and howling engines, complaints and Insults flying around, for them it feels relaxing, it is music to them." I stated as I drove through the streets of East-Calatonia.

"I like to listen to the Rain." Ash stated as she looked at me.

"It´s soothing, it calms down greatly and it takes away the boredom when you are stuck at home.

Depending on what the raindrops land, it creates other sounds.

It is also great for composing melodies when It gets combined with other noises, I remember to have often taken my guitar and played with the windows open to the rhythm of the rain and the howling wind." She continued as I nodded to her.

"You see, what we try to teach you students, is that music is Individual, colorful, massive, thousand-folded, there is no bad or best genre of music and anyone who tells you otherwise, surely has a narrow view on what music is in general.

Sometimes a single song can change a hole generation, just because it hits the people right where they needed it.

If the song´s message is something they had all been waiting for." Ash explained and I nodded.

"When you are supposed to go up on stage, then you have to give it your all, for yourself, your classmates and those for whom this concert ultimately is, its not really for the audience which is there on that day, though it is clear that they pay to be entertained and if the performers would suck they surely will go home angry and once the next time such a charity concert is being made, you will surely lose a large number of people who otherwise would surely have brought at least two other people with them.

That´s also the fear we from the Moon Theater constantly have, are we good, aren´t our performances getting too boring, how can we excite our guests, what shall we change, what can remain…, things like that.

Believe me Jason, one thing I have learned over Performing for the Theater, is that being an artist is never easy, especially when people expect you to be great, and to be what they want you to be.

That's why you have to set yourself a mark, a certain line you don´t cross no matter what, even if people and fans want to push you over it.

For if you cross it, you might well lose the self you built up so carefully from the beginning.

It is then when an artist gets ripped away by the current of the mainstream.

I used to only like Punk-Rock, my visions on Music had been so damn narrow, I don´t even know how in the world I managed to blend out all the other good stuff in music for so long.

Ever since I came to this Theater, I was exposed to so many styles, so many personalities, it changed me, nowadays I don´t just look at Punk-Rock only anymore, sure I still play it mostly, but as you might have noticed is that long not all what Ashley Simons has in store.

My Mother once used to make me play violin, at first it was fun, but once I started to get some recognition, things changed, all of the sudden I did not could play violin, no I had to play violin, I must play violin.

Ever since the first congratulations for this most talented daughter reached the ears of my mother, the little girl had to be perfect in it.

She had to play the violin, practice every day, even if she wasn´t in the mood.

Notes and Violin-plays were practically drilled into my head, fastened so tight I can never get them out, heck I even tried to play some on my guitar in private, like Xivaldi and Folzart.

Over short or long I really lost my interest and passion to play the Violin, I was forced to play, so I obeyed and played, it might have sounded nice in the ears of my Mothers acquaintances, but it sounded like crap in mine, I felt no passion in it, it was a dead and empty melody, it was as if I would play play-back, it was not me." Ash explained.

"So one day when I was old enough, I just stopped, I didn´t listened to my mother anymore, I got punished, grounded for weeks, but eventually she gave up on it, even if she tried to pester me with it every time her friends came over.

Until I met Lance and later on ran away from home, I had a hard time finding my passion for music back.

That's why I told you all, we are here to help you sing in the concert, not to force you, it´s about you, not anyone else, you got to sing in your way, in the way you can express yourself the best, in the way you feel most comfortable with it.

It was the same for us back then, 6 months ago as we really started our careers at the Theater.

If we would tell you how to do it, how you shall, must or have to do it, then we are not better than Mrs. Hepburn.

All we do is to show you how you could do it, if you then decide to follow with that or if you are able to find your own path, is entirely up to you, it is your freedom and right in our Mutual agreement." Ash continued and all I could do was to agree to a hundred percent, she was so damn right.

We nearly arrived at the Orphanage; perhaps only 5 miles anymore.

The Radio was low, barely just background music anymore.

It was a song of a CD, which I found at the attic, a cd where my mother sang with some her friends in her youth, she always loved music, her genes were certainly strong in me.

(BGM: Country Roads / Wild Rover by Angelo Kelly & Family)

"So Jason, heard you guys give a small concert tonight, am I right?" I asked as I remembered something, I saw the advertising for it on a wall next to our garage, this morning.

"Indeed, a little concert for the church´s community, if you like you are welcome to join us on this evening…, if you are not too busy." Jason stated and his voice did sound hopeful.

"Sure, I ain´t got any plans for tonight, how about you Ash?" I asked but she shook her head, as she looked away from the window towards us, where she was listening to the radio, the conversation and the engine of my car.

"I´m free to go, it´s been a while since I last listened to a Gospel-choir." She stated with a smile.

"Well, it might be a little different to the usual gospel songs you might hear, but yes, it basically sums up as a Choir version of popular songs.

Although you might be surprised, since we decided that not every song is supposed to be about Jesus, the lord or any other saints, even if we are a Church.

We praise the lord enough all day, so once in a while we also are allowed to sing other things in our Choir lessons, unless it is something to praise Satan, or glorify War, Hell and the like.

Those still are banned by the Superior Mother and I think that it would be quite ungrateful to the church, the Sisters but moreover to God.

My life might not have been the easiest and it could surely have been better, but I am really grateful that I am able to live it at all, if anything would have gone wrong, I could have died as well, in that accident 8 years ago." Jason stated and we nodded.

"That sure could have happened, though I am glad it didn´t, otherwise the world would be one talented gorilla too short." I stated and in the back mirror I saw how Jason blushed a little.

"I guess so." He replied with a big smile while I heard Ash chuckling beside me.

"They are so cute together." I thought to hear her snickering, while looking out of the window, it had meanwhile begun to rain lightly.

I decided to turn the song on the radio a little louder, as it kind of fitted to this weather, even if just a little.

(BGM: Billy Talent- Rusted from the Rain.)

Soon we arrived at the orphanage part of the Church, near the Side-entrance, reserved for the Sisters.

"Well then Ash and Jason, how about you go on in already, I will just go park the car at the parking lot, then i´m going to join you guys, deal?" I asked.

"Sure, just don´t take too long, you hear." Ash replied as she pecked my cheek quickly, blushing a little.

"I won´t, gotta be in there, before the concert begins after all." I stated, Ash nodded before hurrying with Jason out of the rain, towards the entrance.

"Well then off to find a parking spot." I muttered as I set the car in motion.

Inside the Church, Ash´s Pov:

It had been a while since I last entered a church, I think the last time I went to one, was before I began my rebellion against my parents' control.

Ever since I had neither the drive nor a real good reason to go.

I was though a Christian, as far as you can call it, since I had been baptized and even had my Communion.

Though I hardly can say that I was a good one, I did not praise the lord or Jesus as much as I probably should have, but I surely ain´t going to call someone else out on their believe and religion.

For me Religion was a good thing if carefully enjoyed in moderation.

For we all know there had been and still are a lot of people, who follow their Religion in a quite fanatical way, no matter which one.

Maybe that has been the reason why Religions in general lost their appeal to me, then again, Rock and Music was a Religion in itself, at least a lot of likeminded people seem to feel that way.

"If there ever were to be a God of Rock, or Music, I surely will come down to pray to the same one of theses days." I mumbled as I looked around me.

Of course this church was similar to the one in Osville, in my opinion churches, as many as I had seen, in real or online, seemed all to have the same amount of pompous decoration of gold, Marble floors, Ebony wooden benches, giant pictures drawn on the ceiling and the walls, stained glass-arts on nearly every window and of course a marvelous altar.

"I wonder how much this must have cost, no wonder that churches are always open for donations." I thought as I looked around, asking myself what kind of high-end music-equipment I would be able to purchase if I had that kind of money.

"I sure look nice in here, doesn´t it?" I heard Johnny´s voice behind me.

"Well that was quick, got yourself a good spot?" I asked.

"Indeed, almost at the entrance.

Phew…, it´s been a while since I last went to church…, I think ever since mom left Dad, the same didn´t seemed to care much for it anymore, before that, we went at every Sunday." Johnny explained.

"Same here." I replied.

"Well I think as good Christians, you should take the church-visits a little more serious, I won´t say that you get any divine punishment upon yourself, for neglecting it, if you still sometimes think at god and his son, but still." A stern voice explained behind us, making us flinching, all beside of Jason.

"Sister Lorene, I am back and ready for the Concert." Jason stated as he turned, with a bright smile.

The Sister which appeared was a Cheetah in her 40s, maybe around Rosita´s age, she had a stern expression but the way Jason looked at her, I hardly think that she is all too strict to the Children here.

"And just in time I would say, which is good, as we need your skills tonight, more than usual even.

You see, unfortunately, while you were gone to school, Sister Katharina accidentally injured her hand, during her chores, and was later on rushed to the hospital, they said she suffered a severe Tendonitis and therefore is unable to play the Violin for at least 3 months, if it gets worse maybe even longer, she currently supports her hand with a splint to keep it straight.

Of course, does that mean that her Violin performance has to fall out of our program, if we don´t find a replacement, otherwise all we could do is to let someone pretend to play, while you play her part on the Keyboard with that Program of yours." Sister Lorene explained and I suddenly had a certain feeling of Deja Vue, after all, this is basically the same we had tried to do with the students at school.

And all of a sudden, I felt ashamed, don´t ask me why, I had no idea but I just felt this way.

"Well I have to stop you right there , Sister Lorene, unfortunately for all three of us, won´t that be possible." Jason stated bluntly.

"I beg you pardon, come again?" Sister Lorene asked, astounded of the young gorilla´s words.

"I barely touched that program of the Keyboard, I can play Piano and Organ maybe even just a little on the Guitar-program, but neither does this thing have a Violin-only program, nor am I fluent enough in it as to be able to fake a whole performance with it, at least if it is supposed to follow a real existing melody.

Notes for Keyboards and Violins are as different as they get after all.

I´m sorry to say that, but in this matter, I cannot be of any help to you." Jason answered truthfully with a self-disappointed look on his face.

"Oh…, I see…, well in a way, using such a counterfeit method…, it would not be really fair to Sister Katharina, after all the same did prepared herself for this concert since months, practicing every day…., so I guess her Replacement should have at least the same level of experience….

But since we neither have anyone in our acquaintance , do be at that point…, well I guess we have to pass on the violin songs and performances, this still leaves us with ten or more songs for tonight, maybe we can recite some of the prayers in between, that would make up for the lost time, so we might still get by, though it is a shame.

I too looked forward for her performance.

If only we had a real stand-in for Sister Katharina, one who actually can be presentable." Sister Lorene stated, her mine one of mild disappointment.

Johnny´s Pov:

Hearing about their predicament surely sat unwell with me, after all similar to the Rosita and us, Sister Lorene was desperate enough to look after every method able to be exploited, to make this concert a success….

Of course, after hearing her talking about needing a Violinist with the same experience than Sister Katharina, my eyes instantly wandered over to Ash, out of the corner of my eyes I saw Jason doing the same.

"What?" Ash asked as she saw our glances.

"Well…., you do know how to play Violin, Ash…, so…, maybe you could help us out here…., pretty please…?" Jason asked with puppy eyes.

"But I …"

"Pretty please…." Jason asked his look getting even more begging.

"C´mon Ash, give yourself a good shove.

They are desperate enough, as to attempt to use the same counterfeit methods we originally had planned for the school´s Charity Concert, don´t you think we should be better than those principals.

You might as well help them out here, you got the skills after all.

Surely you don´t want to see them fail, in a passion they have?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, I guess you have a point there." She replied a little uneasy.

"Alright, if I can be of help, I surely will do so." Ash stated loud enough for the sister to here.

"What do you mean my dear?" Sister Lorene asked confused.

"I say that if it is alright with you, I would like to help you out and play the violin part of your concert." Ash explained but the second she finished, you could practically see the face of the dignified woman fall into deep skepticism, not for the least due to Ash´s get up, evidentially as this woman, twice as old as her, scanned Ash from head to toe.

She wore a simple black T-shirt with a skull as well as ripped jeans, as well as black sneakers.

"I´m sorry dear but…, do you really mean that, it is a huge responsibility, so you should not carelessly make any false promises…., and do you even possess the skills and the talent to play the violin, it surely ain´t so easy as it might look like on TV for you.

Not to mention is your get-up not really what I would call presentable, at the very least not in this church, and especially not for a Charity concert, unless you don´t dress more decently, I can hardly allow you to enter our stage.

I surely appreciate the fact that you, as a concerned teacher, bring Jason back home from school after such long days, unfortunately we do not always have the time to come fetch him there.

But as a good fellow Christian you should know better than to lie, so please don´t waste our time, if you are just saying things in order to play around and get yourself a thrill out of mocking us." Sister Lorene stated, her voice in anger, thinking that we were just messing with her.

"Huh, as a good Christian you say…, ain´t that rich coming from someone like you…, ain´t our god forbidding us from judging other people from their mere presence, out of any context.

If you don´t know something about someone, how dare you thinking that you have the right to judge them then.

I thought to have read somewhere that you shall never judge a book by merely its cover, so who are you to judge me and determine me to be talentless in that matter, just from my clothes, if I would I could look as elegant as a high-society women at a gala-concert." Ash replied mockingly.

"Oh really, well by all means, show me, impress me, if you are so confident about that." Sister Lorene replied and I suddenly wondered just what we had gotten ourselves mixed up in.

"Johnny, could you please get my suitcase from the backseat of your car, the big one and the little one.

I got to show off a little." Ash stated, her eyes narrowed in determination.

"Ash, do you think this is a good idea, maybe we should…." I dared not to speak any further, as I saw the glance, which she gave me.

Ashley Simons never backed down from a challenge and I honestly didn´t expected her to do any less now.

Especially if she was being judged by her appearance only, something she hated more than anything in the world.

"Of course, Ash." I stated, as I hurried away.

"Jason, would you be a dear and bring me one of your spare violins, I gotta show someone that she is terribly mistaken, if she intends to label me just by my look." I heard her saying, as I made my way back to the car getting the suitcase she mentioned.

It was filled with Stage-clothes from the theater, as the one using them, Ash was supposed to keep them clean, and wash them, at home or per a professional washing service, after every performance, since the Theater had no washing-machine.

We kept them in the car as to not get them dirty, especially in my oil-stained, dusty garage.

Next to the big one was a small suitcase, with a lot of make-up inside, which she used for her performances, every dress required a different make-up, so she said.

I guess that it had something to do with her choice of clothes.

Ash once told me that she stopped wearing make-up after she broke with her family and ran away from home with Lance.

And I guess she only ever started wearing it anymore, after Lance left her, at the very least she had some on, during her first real concert at the New Moon-theater, and at every of her performances.

By the time I reached the side entrance of the Church, I could hear Ash already playing a few notes.

I carefully closed the door not to disturb her concentration, as she began to play, once she adjusted the sound of the Violin´s strings.

Mumbling something about awfully misplaced tones.

Upon the first stroke it was evident, that she knew exactly what to do, it was neither hard to stomach, too loud or jarring, but soft and on the right wave-length, in no freaking way was it amateurish.

Original:Todd McCabe & April Moriarty, Amazing Grace (violin solo).

Every Sister, who walked around doing their assigned chores, stopped dead in their track to listen to Ash´s quick violin play, which barely lasted longer than 2 minutes, but it was played without her having any notes infront of her and on a Violin which was not hers to begin with.

This was true talent as well as skill incarnate, the demeanor of a professional, surely the only real blessing from her hellish upbringing, anyone who still denied that, was simply said the world´s biggest moron.

"So, do you now believe me?" Ash asked after her short performance.

"I had years of practice before I came to Calatonia and even if I barely started again to play a week ago, didn´t I stopped practicing ever since, I want to show the people out there that I am surely more than they expect of me.

That this book´s content slays right back at those, who dare to simply judge it by its cover." She stated with a radiant smile brimming of confidence and the simple satisfaction of making Sister Lorene eating her own words.

"I must admit that this certainly is impressive and I beg your forgiveness for my rudeness.

And yes I must repent for the sin I have put upon myself for I lied.

I deemed you talentless, and even though I did not truly said such but merely questioned your talent and your honest attempt to help us, I denied your help out of spite, I knew you had the skills to play the Violin, as I sat in the Audience last weekend with some of the other Sisters, so naturally I knew you.

As such, my apparent ignorance of your talent was a lie, in a way.

Thy shall not bear false witness, this indeed is one of the ten commandments." Sister Lorene explained with an embarrassed blush.

"So, if you knew me, why would you not let me help you then?" Ash asked her unsure, as she returned the violin to one of the sisters.

"Because Church matters have to be taken care of by the Church´s personnel.

Problems we create, are to be solved by ourselves, it's a rule in the orphanage as well." Jason stated as he thought about it.

"It´s as Jason says, in my pride and my function as leader of this Church, I did not wanted to have outsiders solve a problem, which has arisen due to our insufficient organization, even if it meant that we all had to pull some consequence out of it." Sister Lorene stated, covering her eyes with a hand in shame, shaking her head at her own stupidity.

"I see, so if that is the case how about we make a bargain instead?" I asked her, and suddenly all eyes laid upon the both of us.

"A Bargain…., what kind of bargain are we talking about here, young man?" Sister Lorene asked.

"Let´s see, as you are aware do we, means Jason included, have our own Charity Concert at the Calatonia Educational Campus, and well, although we have a lot of students who are to perform, is the practice with the 60 students of the Choir-Group still a bit lacking.

Although our teachers, Miss Colbart, Mr. Bovino as well as our friend and Co-worker Miss Kurama, doing their best, but having to teach 60 students alone, sure ain´t easy.

Most of us are currently occupied with the 60 students of the Solo / Duet Group and the 40 students of the instrumental group, but that still means that we have basically 40 students, which yet have to have a distinct role in all this, we can´t well judge them in a Music lesson, if they help us as stagehands instead.

If we could somehow create a giant Choir with these 40 students and the ones we already have included, we surely would be able to make all of them succeed, but as I said, if there are only 2 teachers, things are bound to become harsh.

"So, if Ash were to help you out today, do you think you might would find the time to help us out as well?" I asked her and she looked quite astounded.

"Well I first have to discuss this with everyone, I surely cannot decide that on my own." Sister Lorene explained.

"If you want, I can also help you out with some Piano performances, solo or in a duet with someone, as long as I have the notes I can play, I´ve got a lot of practice these past 6 months." I explained and she looked even more astounded.

"That surely would safe our concert tonight." Sister Lorene stated before she looked around at her other Sisters who nodded with encouraging mines.

"Please, Sister Lorene…, let them help, you saw their skills yourself, i´m sure if Miss Simons will help us, this concert surely will become a great success." A voice stated behind us.

"Sister Katharina." Sister Lorene exclaimed in surprise, as a young woman appeared, a deer, her right hand bandaged up.

"Please, I don´t want this concert to have to be canceled, or to have to use other unfair methods, to succeed.

The people who offer us their heartfelt donations, surely want to have something great in return.

I would not see this opportunity of ours being ruined, just because I made a mistake at work today." Sister Katharina explained.

"I might not be able to play the Violin, but I can still sing my parts, if someone were to replace me, who has true talent, I would be rest assured not to mess up, while worrying too much what the audience would think of it." Sister Katharina begged.

"Also, I am sure, that we surely can teach 40 students, with help of those two teachers, I will do my best to…." She kept going before Sister Lorene interrupted her.

"Alright, alright, I get it, well I guess you got yourself a bargain, young Mr. Baxter.

Two people for two people, You and Miss Simons will help us today, while Sister Katharina and myself will help out in your own preparations at school, for the concert at the weekend." Sister Lorene explained with a sigh, though her eyes seemed to be content for the time being.

"At least we do not need to use any cheap methods, to fool our guests." Sister Lorene stated with a sigh.

Anyways, we still need to do something about these clothes of you, as I said, I will surely not let you on stage in that outfit…., it takes away basically anything, this church stands for, even if we praise acceptance of all kinds…., maybe you could wear one of the sisters…"

"I will not wear a nun´s dress…, we surely don´t have to go that far…., I still plan to keep my identity as a porcupine and not suddenly have to transform myself in a penguin." Ash stated harshly, I know that at the theater, she still opposed the idea of having to wear frilly dresses and I guess a Nun´s dress goes under the same category of clothes she would never dare to wear, if it wasn´t necessary.

"I got my own stage clothes and relax, they are approved by Nana Noodleman, the Queen, the Diva, the Owner of our Theater, all I need is a place to prepare myself." Ash stated.

"Of course, certainly, Sister Anne would you be a dear and show Miss Simons the way to my room, she can dress there." Sister Lorene stated while Ash cringed at the sound of her calling, but kept any unnecessary comment in.

"Now what can we do about you, unfortunately we have no priest or monk clothes her, none at all, what to do?" The sister asked as she looked at me.

My get-up consisted of a simple Flannel-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, as well as my beloved leather Jacket, it was old and worn out, but my mother once gifted it to my father, long before their divorce, ever since it was laying at the attic, before I found it a couple of years ago, before it was quite baggy, but ever since 2 years it fits me well.

"Well, I still got my tuxedo in my car, since I don´t really wish it to get dirty in my home, I usually leave it in my car in a vacuum-plastic bag." I replied and she nodded.

"That will do I guess, so by all means please go and prepare yourself, Jason can you led him to your room to dress?" She stated while the young boy nodded.

"Of course, once you return just follow me okay." He stated to me.

"Sure, I´ll be right back." I stated as I went, once again, to where I parked my Car.

"Lord in heaven, please help us to make this a success." I heard sister Lorene praying and I nodded.

"Your words in gods ears." I mumbled as I went on.

To be continued…

A/N: As always, I am happy for your interest in my story, if you are interested, I wrote the list of the Choir´s Songs down here, so by all means include them in your Sing Book 2 playlist, they are amazing.

I hope I can read from your guys in my next Chapter, until then, read and review!
Sincerely, yours truly, the Storyteller and his book