The perks (or hazards) of being the pastor for the social committee.
You get drafted into doing things like posing for pictures. (Resident pastor on the right).
And singing sappy love songs for a crowd of adoring parishioners. So many parishioners, in fact, that the dinner has been sold out for days. People who didn’t get tickets are miffed.
Some people are expecting 100%, real singing, a la Pavarotti and the Three Tenors. This is freaking Sam out. (Pastor on the left). He’s hoping for 95% comedy, 5% singing. The social committee is requesting 50% singing, 50% comedy.
Any way it turns out, I’m really hoping that they attempt Volare…