The human female has been insufferable all day. She and the blue-haired goddaughter, who has driven down all the way from the Big City to the North, have tickets to a concert in the Big City to the South tonight. She says it involves cellos. I have no real objection to stringed instruments, so I think Sigyn and I will go with them.
Uhg! The females chattered all. the. way. down. I am more than ready for some soothing cello music.
They look a bit under-dressed, but perhaps that is not what they wear to perform…
Now we are standing in front of the auditorium, waiting for the doors to open. It is cold and windy and Sigyn is getting chilled. If my sweetie catches cold, someone is going to pay!
Ehehehe! The security line Sigyn and I are in has moved smoothly. The human female and the blue-haired goddaughter’s line is not moving at all. Perhaps that’s because I just zapped the metal-detecting frame and it’s dead. Now all the cranky mortals have to shuffle over into a longer line! See you later, ladies—Sigyn and I are going inside where it is warm!
Our seats appear to be satisfactory.
Later: Sigyn was sleepy, so she is taking a little nap while some unknown vocalist performs some songs no one can catch the words to. Thor may be the god of lightning, but I do all right with electricity and can scramble a PA system as well as anyone!
Muuuch later: Sigyn is sleeping so peacefully that I am letting her have another thirty minutes of nap, while the other concert goers get to sit staring at an empty stage and growing increasingly annoyed.
Later still: Very well. Sigyn is rested and refreshed, so I suppose it is all right for the concert to start. An hour past scheduled start is enough mischief. Let there be Cello!
Lovely, lyrical cello and—
Great Friggas’s Corset!!! I did not know cellos could be manipulated to play heavy metal music!
And what is that frenetic drummer doing up there?! Odin’s eyepatch! I have been lured here under false and very decibellious pretenses!
Just for that, I shall make sure that the human female and the blue-haired goddaughter do not show in the official concert photo.
Sigyn and I are approximately under the red arrow.
The show is over and all the females are still squealing and bouncing up and down. My ears are still ringing! And we still have a long drive back–it’s going to be midnight before we reach home. No one had better mess with me tomorrow, because I’m sure to be as surly as a bilgesnipe with a sore paw…