Video Prompt!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4dT8FJ2GE0
6 people singing an Icelandic hymn in a German train station with excellent acoustics.
If there was one phrase Rael learned to dread, it was any variation on, “Let me get my axe,” from Ambassador Shayde. On one hand, it meant something historical was going to happen. On the other hand, it meant that she would gather crowds.
And there was always at least one who thought he was part of the show.
But not this time.
It was one of the spontaneous instances of Human Music that he’d heard of, but never seen. Two fellow citizens waiting for the transit started harmonising. An old tune about plants, reminiscent of the season’s celebrations.
Although what parasitic weeds had to do with Terran Christmas, he could never figure.
Shayde provided the backup music and more harmonies. And three more completely random humans joined in. Rael recognised people from five disparate planets. Some of whom were busy bickering with each other via extended trade negotiations.
It was simultaneously profound and ridiculous, as so many human things often were.
They sung the song flawlessly, in old pre-shattering English. And finished to the applause and raining Minutes of the audience.
“What do we play next, then?” asked Shayde.
And then it turned out that none of them actually spoke pre-shattering English. At least, not the way Shayde did. Some barely spoke GalStand. And yet, all seven of them came to a consensus and communicated their desire.
“Falala!”
“Falala?”
“FALALA!”
Shayde just cackled and lead them in.
“DECK the halls with boughs of holly! Falala lala la la la la…”
Another old Terran song with mystifying traditions. And few of the singers understood the words.
Humans… they were so… weird.
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