For Hire

My roommate played a beautiful musical number at church on Sunday. Late Friday night we went to the empty church and she practiced her piano piece a few times. In between practices she played out of the church hymnal and so I went up to the pulpit and turned on the microphone. Instead of singing a solo like a normal person, I whistled one. (I must say that it was awesome!) Tragically, few people appreciate a good whistler. If I could abstain from giggling and smiling during it, I would perform at Bar Mitzvas and weddings, for a price.