A Senior moment

He sat there, behind the organ in the dimly lit church stripped of it's adornments and bared for the Good Friday passion. He was an older man, perhaps in his 80's and distinguished looking in his academic gown and hood, his gray flannels and matching silver hair. He stood, shuffled across the Chancery area toward the choir, gesturing as he did, for them to stand. As he positioned himself at rostrum he raised his hands authoritatively and the first notes of their choral offering rose to the fill the small parish church.
It was a grand occasion and he had filled this role many times in the past. Afterwards, the reading of the Passion began and he returned to his darkened corner at the organ bench. At the end of Passion, a lenghty section of St John's gospel, the priest and the congregation sat and the choir stood. Eyes darted fertilely. Like star wars lasers they searched the darkness of the church coming to rest, as one, on the sleeping figure of the organist. Throats cleared and music scores rustled but alas, the old man continued his slumber unaware of their awkward gazes. Finally a would be invisible chorister tip toed across the Chancel area, arranged the old mans music and smiled as the organist re focused himself, completely unaware of his momentary lapse.

Choristers 1, Organist 0 - the game continued.

PS -- He redeemed himself tonight with the most brilliant 15 minute organ Voluntary at the end of the vigil mass. Well done!