Complete and Utter Silliness

This morning in church, a little while before the anthem, Papa had something stuck in his teeth and went to go get it out. I and the rest of the choir assembled up in the loft, and Mom sat down at the organ. It was time to sing, but... where was Papa? Well, Mom started playing the introduction, cued the choir from the organ, and we managed to come in just fine. A couple pages into the piece, Papa came hurrying in and started directing with a guilty look on his face.