The Crypt Killer Five finished their last set and sat back satisfied with the night’s performance.
They had played a whole bunch of new material. It was a first for them playing a selection of jazz, rock and country.
The venue was the old cloisters once home to the Dominican Sisters, long since extinct. Now days it was the gun place to go for the coolest and most exciting music in the district. Tonight had been a huge success. The manager had booked them again for a gig in the next month and several other venues had approached them to play as well.
Things were looking up and their decision to broaden their musical base was paying off.
It was an excellent venue as the acoustics were near to perfect.
On their third gig they came undone though. They arrived to the place in darkness. Not a soul was there. They checked their diary, they rang the owner but there was no reply.
They decided to wait around in case they were early.
Fifteen minutes later they heard an ecclesiastical chant and around the corner came a group of nuns in single file hands clasped and singing their evening prayer.
The boys at first thought it might be some promotion for the venue but they soon doubted that as the sister went through the side gate and disappeared into the cloisters.
Minutes later an old priest wandered along and the bandleader approached him to find out what was going on.
“Evening Mass,” said the old priest. “You are welcome to join us.”
“No thanks,” replied the band members. “ We are booked to play here tonight.”
The old priest looked at them in puzzlement. He looked at their attire and then as he stepped away he remarked: “ Its 1953. The good sisters will be in residence a while longer.”