month.”
I looked over the dishes being offered and saw many of the same vegetables we use. The Congregation uses more spices and different combinations of vegetables, though.
“Where is your sanctuary?” I asked.
Mrs. Newcastle told me there was no building for services. On Christmas the staff crowds into the dining room for a few carols.
How clean everything looked there!
March 6, 2144 – My predecessor is now gone, off to Madison , Indiana , where she has a call to be the organist for a small baseball field.
I am on my own, now, and even the Reverend Walters is looking forward to the change.
“We need more pep,” he said. “The Drones want something snappy, and the Batwigs want a complete Bach oratorio every day.”
“With this choir?” I asked, incredulously.
“The Batwigs are the clients,” he explained. “They are essentially in charge of our relationship with the Clarklian government. However, we see them at the services only once or twice a year. They come without any warning to evaluate what we are doing. I never know just what evaluation criteria they are using.”
“And the Drones?” I asked.
“Ah, we have a great deal of faith that the Drones will be converted. Of course, their continual adultery is something I discuss from the pulpit every day,” the Reverend told me.
“Of course,” I said.
March 9, 2144 – I have spent all my spare time this week working on special numbers. I have been able to program the keyboard to play several voices at the same time, and so far the Drones have appeared to appreciate the Beatles and two Bach toccatas.
Yesterday I played one number just after the sermon. Several Drones, who had left the sanctuary before the sermon, came back and sat at the back of the room while I played.
I wish this choir were better. They try so hard. Five women, two men. One of the men says he is a tenor, but he has terrible trouble reaching E over middle C. All seven of them have difficulty with breathing in this atmosphere.
March 10, 2144 – Two services, again, today. The Reverend Walters tends to repeat his sermons every five days, and I am starting to understand why the locals are leaving.
We rehearse just after breakfast. Each day the choir sings two anthems, one at each service. I believe they know only twenty in total, and the locals who attend must surely have heard them all many times.
Then, after the midday service, I practice my solo numbers for the next day.
After rooting around in the choir room back of the altar, I found eight modulation systems and a controller! I’ll put them together and the choir can try them out tomorrow.
March 11, 2144 – We tried a new number with the modulation systems, and it was just amazing. Each choir member sang into a microphone, and the system modified each voice so that the exact tones required by the composer came out of the speakers.
Now, the choir can sing numbers that have been only briefly rehearsed. I believe we can perform a nearly unlimited repertoire and eliminate the locals’ primary complaint about the music.
How exciting this is for me! I did not believe I would find anything interesting here, and now this system has turned up to amuse me.
The kitchen manager held a meeting today for the staff, and the Reverend Walters reported the news to me before the evening service. The dining room has been serving fewer and fewer meals each month, and the government wants a report on what we intend to do about it. I told the Reverend Walters that the New Christian Congregation’s dining room appeared to have waiting lines when I visited, and he agreed it was quite a puzzle to him. Waiting lines are unknown here.
March 12, 2144 – A welcome message from home came today. My mother reports my on-again-off-again lady friend has announced her engagement to another man, a relative newcomer in our town.
I could never tell my mother this, but the news was a wonderful relief to me. I could never have married this woman
I looked over the dishes being offered and saw many of the same vegetables we use. The Congregation uses more spices and different combinations of vegetables, though.
“Where is your sanctuary?” I asked.
Mrs. Newcastle told me there was no building for services. On Christmas the staff crowds into the dining room for a few carols.
How clean everything looked there!
March 6, 2144 – My predecessor is now gone, off to Madison , Indiana , where she has a call to be the organist for a small baseball field.
I am on my own, now, and even the Reverend Walters is looking forward to the change.
“We need more pep,” he said. “The Drones want something snappy, and the Batwigs want a complete Bach oratorio every day.”
“With this choir?” I asked, incredulously.
“The Batwigs are the clients,” he explained. “They are essentially in charge of our relationship with the Clarklian government. However, we see them at the services only once or twice a year. They come without any warning to evaluate what we are doing. I never know just what evaluation criteria they are using.”
“And the Drones?” I asked.
“Ah, we have a great deal of faith that the Drones will be converted. Of course, their continual adultery is something I discuss from the pulpit every day,” the Reverend told me.
“Of course,” I said.
March 9, 2144 – I have spent all my spare time this week working on special numbers. I have been able to program the keyboard to play several voices at the same time, and so far the Drones have appeared to appreciate the Beatles and two Bach toccatas.
Yesterday I played one number just after the sermon. Several Drones, who had left the sanctuary before the sermon, came back and sat at the back of the room while I played.
I wish this choir were better. They try so hard. Five women, two men. One of the men says he is a tenor, but he has terrible trouble reaching E over middle C. All seven of them have difficulty with breathing in this atmosphere.
March 10, 2144 – Two services, again, today. The Reverend Walters tends to repeat his sermons every five days, and I am starting to understand why the locals are leaving.
We rehearse just after breakfast. Each day the choir sings two anthems, one at each service. I believe they know only twenty in total, and the locals who attend must surely have heard them all many times.
Then, after the midday service, I practice my solo numbers for the next day.
After rooting around in the choir room back of the altar, I found eight modulation systems and a controller! I’ll put them together and the choir can try them out tomorrow.
March 11, 2144 – We tried a new number with the modulation systems, and it was just amazing. Each choir member sang into a microphone, and the system modified each voice so that the exact tones required by the composer came out of the speakers.
Now, the choir can sing numbers that have been only briefly rehearsed. I believe we can perform a nearly unlimited repertoire and eliminate the locals’ primary complaint about the music.
How exciting this is for me! I did not believe I would find anything interesting here, and now this system has turned up to amuse me.
The kitchen manager held a meeting today for the staff, and the Reverend Walters reported the news to me before the evening service. The dining room has been serving fewer and fewer meals each month, and the government wants a report on what we intend to do about it. I told the Reverend Walters that the New Christian Congregation’s dining room appeared to have waiting lines when I visited, and he agreed it was quite a puzzle to him. Waiting lines are unknown here.
March 12, 2144 – A welcome message from home came today. My mother reports my on-again-off-again lady friend has announced her engagement to another man, a relative newcomer in our town.
I could never tell my mother this, but the news was a wonderful relief to me. I could never have married this woman
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