Last week, the choir director asked me if I could accompany him for a "special musical number." I agreed, and he said, "I'll have the music to you by Monday."
By Wednesday I still had no music, so I called him up and asked what was going on. He said that someone else was doing a musical number--a male sextet--but that the choir would still be performing for the closing hymn. Great, less work for me!
Saturday the chorister called me and gave me the hymns for Sacrament meeting: 3, 185, and 124. You'll notice there are three hymns there. Apparently she didn't know the choir was singing the closing hymn.
It got even better when I got to church, however. When I looked at the program, not only were those three hymns listed, but an intermediate hymn was listed as well. Fun times.
I put up the numbers for three hymns on the wooden hymn display (I don't normally put up the numbers, but the other choir was there, and they were doing a piece with two organists, so I couldn't seat myself at the organ and glare impatiently at the choir conductor). After the choir had left and I'd started playing prelude music, a fellow (I have no idea who he was) asked me, "Did you see that there's an intermediate hymn?"
"Isn't there supposed to be a special musical number?" I asked.
"Uh," he said.
"And the choir's singing the closing hymn too."
"I don't know anything about that." He turned to a member of the bishopric who had just come onto the stand. "Brother Hodge-podge, do you know anything about a special musical number and the choir doing the closing hymn?"
"Yeah," Brother Hodge-podge said. "There's going to be a special musical number, and the choir is singing the closing hymn. Why, what does it say on the program?"
Ha ha ha. I love how well we all communicate with each other. But at least none of it's my fault; I just show up and play.