A hand went up somewhere among the tenors. “Here, Superintendent, I thought the rules said we had fifteen seconds.”
“That’s right,” said McGough.
”Well, this here madrigal, it’s got to be longer than that, right? I mean, this is already fifty pages, and then it says at the end, ‘volume one of Remembrance Of Things Past (The Madrigal), subsequent volumes can be ordered from the publisher …’”
“We could cut out some of the fa la las,” said someone else, hopefully.
“Nonsense,” said McGough. He would not tolerate such mutiny. “We’ll just have to sing it as fast as we can.”
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n° 1 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-08-08Ok I didn’t know how much I needed this!? I’m in love with it thank you! It really made me smile!! Thank you for writing me MPFC you have my eternal gratitude 🙏🏽 I always wanted to hear more of their lovely chorus! XD
n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-08-08Ha, I hadn't thought about that sketch in ages! A clever peek at the backstory. :)
n° 3 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-08-09ommmggg hahaha I love this!!
“We could cut out some of the fa la las,” said someone else, hopefully. !!!!
n° 4 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-08-10Omg XD This is hilarious!