The Opera House was packed, the crowd in anticipation of an event, which in later days would be described as unforgettable.
The Tin Can Choir was performing, and there was an air of expectation amongst the crowd as the choir had been assembled from a variety of recycling plants around the state and their reputation was second to none, mainly as they were the only choir of their kind.
But not all was harmonious within the choir ranks. Jack Daniels, the choir master, was a hard task master and had rubbed several cans the wrong way in his efforts to achieve excellence.
As a result, the Diet Coke had been dropped from the choir for not having a sweet enough voice as well as being a trouble maker. DC as it was known was not at all impressed to find himself excluded from the choir and set out on a journey of revenge.
It substituted the choir masters baton with a magic wand he bought from the local ‘Wands Are Us’ store in the High Street.
When Jack, the choir master, tapped what he thought was his baton all hell broke loose.
The choir members found their voices deserted them. The baritones discovered they were out of tune; the sopranos cracked, and the tenors were unable to get out a single coherent sound.
The more Jack tapped his baton and waved it about the greater the chaos and mayhem around him.
The audience sat in stunned silence before they, having paid large sums of money to attend, became restless and began making overtures of their own, none of which were complimentary.
The choir master sensing a riot on his hands turned to face the unhappy audience and in doing so waved his baton towards them causing further mayhem as the first five rows burst into song, then the side seats joined in, and in the confusion his baton had the entire audience singing the well-known ballad, “If I had a can or two I’d drink each one with you.”
Meanwhile, the choir, which by now was distraught over its inability to sing, stopped to listen to the audience, pounding out the song with increasing amounts of gusto. The choir attempted to join in but to no avail and fell silent as the choir master struggled to gain control.
While all this was happening DC stood in the wings smiling broadly, ever so pleased at the bedlam within the concert hall.
Knowing this was its last time near the choir it felt the twenty dollars sixty it spent on the wand was a very sound investment.
By nights end the audience had sung two more songs and received a standing ovation from the now mute choir. Jack Daniels the choir master, was being led away, his career ruined, his brain addled and was heard muttering as they strapped him into a strait jacket, “I’ll never have a drink again.”
It was as described above an unforgettable experience and the Tin Can Choir went on to greater fame as a clown choir.