The organist hammered out the final chord and let go with a
flourish. We visitors sat in spellbound silence as the notes ascended and then evaporated into the
arches of Hallgrímskirkja. All was still.
The moment was shattered when my friend Siu Yen suddenly convulsed violently
and let out an explosive sneeze. The sneeze bounced joyfully off of the church pillars and upwards, as if chasing the last notes of the organ. A second, heavier
silence.
“Well... that was embarrassing.” My friend muttered.
So the final chord was the most improvised chord ever...and came from within, that's always important ;)
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Haha absolutely! I was very impressed at how composed the organise was. XD Hello from England incidentally!
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