Conversations at Dove

This morning I played piano at the church service at Dove Healthcare center. I use the words "played" and "service" very liberally here. My attempts to accompany the service were limited to pounding out the melody and alto part with my right hand.The scrap of paper I wrote the hymns down on was accidentally thrown away by an innocent member of my family and I didn't realize until too late. No practice for me. Also, anyone who has attended one of these "services" knows that they are very similar to what I'd imagine holding a long chapel at a daycare would be like.

When I arrived, I sat at the piano to quickly run through the hymns for that morning. A old couple was seated almost immediately to my left. As I started to warm up, I overheard the following exchange between the husband and wife:

Woman (very loudly): Look. Look at her. She doesn't look well at all.
{and since she is three feet away, I can tell from the corner of my eye that she is pointing right at me}

Man: What?

Woman: She doesn't look well.

Man: She can hear you.

Woman: What?

Man: She can hear you what you're saying!

Woman: Really? No...

Man: Yes, I can tell.

Woman: You can tell?

Man: Yes, I can tell! I can tell just by looking at her.

(Long pause while both of them lean forward and stare at me while I stumble through the rest of the verse).

Yikes, I've never tried harder to keep a blank face. Playing for Dove is never boring.