This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Lessons from a Wedding’.
The live wedding band her mum hired for her sister’s wedding reception started playing.
And they were L-O-U-D.
As they belted out Engelbert Humperdinck and Tom Jones and even One Direction, she was acutely aware that her heart was beating in time to the bass guitar. She was also certain that every critter and crawly living in the jungle behind her parents’ house had migrated to quieter pastures. If she were a critter/ crawley, that’d be #1 on her survival to do list.
Her sister didn’t want a live band, initially.
Her mum said it was necessary.
And so it went. Back and forth. Back and forth. Wimbledon in her living room.
Mum won in the end (jeez. such a surprise).
And now, there was a live band at her sister’s wedding reception. The live band that almost didn’t. The live band that her sister insisted was way over the top.
Instead, she thought they were a Godsend because everyone was dancing.
She also thought the bald and tattooed keyboardist/ band leader was cute.
So, thank goodness for the live band.
The critters and crawlies will migrate back eventually.