Good Omens...And Bad: Prophecy in Theory and Practice, Class Thirteen

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Monday, December 4, First Period

There are plenty of bakery items and hot beverages laid out, but the classroom appears to have been rearranged. The chairs and tables are moved to the walls, leaving the center of the room open.

"Good morning, everyone! I want to remind you all that I will be leaving briefly for an assignment. In my absence, Dr Wilson will be conducting class, with the assistance of my TAs. Now today, in lieu of a regular lecture, we're instead going to be rehearsing for the pageant on Friday."

[ooc: Please wait for OCD is up. Rehearse!]

Comments

Re: Talk to the Professor

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Um. Mr. Phale? I realize that this is a singing thing but when I sing it sounds like somebody grinding the gears of a gearshift in a 1979 Plymouth Horizon. Is there something else I can do?"

Re: Talk to the Professor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale eyed Marty speculatively. "Why don't you give me a little demonstration of your singing ability, Mr Blank. Perhaps you're not as bad as you think you are."

Re: Talk to the Professor

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty cleared his throat and sang a verse of "Grandma got run over by a reindeer."

Yes he was a little on the tone deaf side but nothing truly horrible.

Re: Talk to the Professor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Raising an eyebrow, Aziraphale smiled. "Really, my dear, I don't think you're as bad as all that. Don't worry, you'll have all your other classmates to sing along with. Unless you'd prefer to join Miss Summers with her interpretive dance?"

Re: Talk to the Professor

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty's eyes widened in fear at the words "interpretive dance."

"Um. No. I'll sing. Really. Please."

Re: Talk to the Professor

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

With a smile that seemed to say 'I thought you might', Aziraphale nodded. "Of course, my dear. I'm certain you'll enjoy yourself immensely."