Chapter 113

“Since most of the adults aren’t here, I want Steve Williams, Maria Vargas, Sharon, Juan Scott, Emma Reed, and Carlos Patterson, please?”

They all got up and were eager. “You are singing the Christmas song I first heard Wynonna and Kenny Rogers sing, although others have also sung it before. It’s called “Mary, Did You Know?”

“Juan, you start this, with Maria, Sharon and Emma coming in, followed by Steve and Carlos. I would like to do this only with drums and a bass. Look it over and ask any questions you may have.”

This second tier of GSS talent was really excited over getting their chance to be involved. I directed them...

Mary did you know that your baby boy
Will one day walk on water?
Mary did you know that your baby boy
Will save our sons and daughters?

Did you know that your baby boy
Has come to make you new?
This child that you have delivered
Will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know that your baby boy
Will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know that your baby boy
Will calm a storm with his hand?

Did you know that your baby boy
Has walked where angels trod?
And when you kiss your little baby
You have kissed the face of God

Oh, Mary did you know
Oh, Mary did you know
Oh, Mary did you know
Oh, Mary did you know

Ooh...
The blind will see,
the deaf will hear,
The dead will live again
The lame will leap,
the dumb will speak,
The praises of the lamb

Mary did you know that your baby boy
Is Lord of all creation?
Mary did you know that your baby boy
Will one day rule the nations?

Did you know that your Baby Boy
Is Heaven’s perfect Lamb?
This sleeping child you are holding
Is the great ... I am

Oh, Mary did you know
Oh, Mary did you know

Oh, Mary did you know
Oh, Mary did you know

Oh, Mary did you know
Oh, Mary did you know

My hand was raised, and it was done. I had chills running up and down my arms and back. It was easy to cry for a moment. I had to put my baton down and rub my face to get it back together.

Mom, who had come in between the last two songs, came up to me and said, “That was so beautiful, all of you. Brian and Jeff are getting the rights to these songs as we speak. They expect the usual, nine cents per copy.”

That evoked a loud set of cheers as I finally felt in control again. “Jeff Bell and Jennifer Guthrie, come on up please?”

They were handed the lyrics to this song, “Family Bible.” These two had never sung together before, but something told me they might sound really good.

“I would like you to sing this together, harmonize if you’d like, Jenn? Let me know when you are ready?”

Cathy Amos playing keyboard & Jason on guitar started this one...

JEFF
There’s a Family Bible on the table
each page is torn and hard to read
But the Family Bible on the table
will ever be my key to memories

JENN
At the end of day when work was over
and when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us
from the Family Bible
And we’d count our
many blessings one by one

BOTH
I can see us sittin’ round the table
when from the Family Bible
dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me

JEFF
Now this old world of ours
is full of trouble
this old world would also better be
If we’d find more Bibles on the tables
and mothers singing
rock of ages cleft for me
I can see us sittin’ round the table...
Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me

JENN
I can see us sittin’ round the table
when from the family Bible
dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me

BOTH
Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me

Another fabulous sounding song, as my girl gave him a nice hug and a chaste kiss. His first benefit for staying with us.

We went on to sing and record, “Santa Baby,” with Princess singing it, “Mistletoe On Death Row,” sung by Peter Chapman, “All I Want For Christmas Is You,” by Martha Janeway.

“Silent Night,” we did as an instrumental with Mike Bell playing the vocal line on a muted trumpet.

We took a break, and I called the Planck’s to come over and join us. I asked Tiff to get Honora here, as her backup. I wasn’t wanting to wear out our main percussionist.

They arrived, and Tracy had them sit by her. I had a song for Andrew... “Paul, Cece, Tracy and Andrew ... I need you all up here to record the next song please?”

Not understanding, they still all came up. “Mike, you need to conduct this please?”

I put out some sheet music with lyrics to everyone. I got a look from the Planck’s. “I’m singing with you, if that’s all right?”

Mike had my baton, and with a swoop of it, we began this Eddy Arnold classic...

PAUL & CECE
When I was but a youngster
Christmas meant one thing
That I’d be getting
lots of toys that day
I learned a whole lot different
when mother set me down
And taught me to
spell Christmas this way.

TRACY & I JOINED
C is for the Christ Child
born upon this day
H is for Herald Angels
in the night
R means our redeemer
I means Israel
S is for the star that
shone so bright
T is for three wise men
they who travelled far
M is for the manger where he lay
A is for all he stands for
S means shepherds came
And that’s why there’s a Christmas Day.

And that’s why there’s a Christmas Day.

Andrew, in response said, “Dada.”

After five seconds, I said, “Tell me you got Andrew on that, Stuart?”

“I got Andrew, Boss.”

“Put that out right away at $1.29. What is Andrew’s full name, Cece?”

“Andrew Michael Planck,” is what she said.

Holding back my emotions as much as I could, “Could you stay for a while, please?”

“Certainly,” Paul said appreciatively.

“Stay up here Paul, you and I have never sung together, isn’t that true?”

“Oh ... I’d remember that. What novelty song do you have for us?”

“It’s not a novelty song, Paul ... it’s ‘What Child is This?’ for just you and me.”

“Why don’t we add a girl’s voice with us,” he suggested.

“Anyone in particular,” I said.

“How about my sister-in-law?”

“Tracy, join us please?” I asked.

She came up on my other side, however, I moved her in-between us guys.

I saw Janice get up and go to my keyboard...

ALL TOGETHER
What child is this,
who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet
with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard
and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear,
for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall
pierce Him through,
the cross be borne
for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring him incense,
gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own him.
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone him.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the Son of Mary.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds
guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

****

After all of the Christmas songs were finished, I had Stuart put them all together ready for iTunes as soon as the rights were secured, with Anna’s song the only one available by itself.

We moved on to patriotic songs, and that started with Sam’s singing “Courtesy Of The Red, White, And Blue.”

I next had the four Newman’s sing, along with the orchestra, “God Bless The USA.” The Mitchell’s, with Pippa MacArthur, sang “God Bless America.”

After turning some mics around I had everyone there sing, “Grand Old Flag,” “The Marines Hymn,” “America The Beautiful,” “Battle Hymn Of The Republic” and “The Army Air Corps.”

I finished our day of recorded music with my favorite blonde, Jennifer Guthrie alone singing “The Star Spangled Banner.” She knew three stanzas, two more than I did?

STARTING WITH A NICE DRUMROLL FROM TIFFANY...

JENNIFER GUTHRIE
Oh, say can you see
by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed
at the twilight’s last gleaming?

Oh, say does that
star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free
and the home of the brave?{br}

****

On the shore, dimly seen
through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty
host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze,
o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half
conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam
of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected
now shines in the stream:

‘Tis the star-spangled banner!
Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free
and the home of the brave!{br}

****

Oh! thus be it ever,
when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home
and the war’s desolation!

Blest with victory and peace,
may the heaven rescued land
Praise the Power that hath
made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must,
when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto:
“In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free
and the home of the brave!

After the five seconds were over, Charles King yelled, “Play Ball,” getting him a love tap from Shirley.

“Does anybody want to do this again in two days?” I asked ... knowing better.

It was unanimous, as they all bundled up their instruments, but left them in the AUDITORIUM. That made sense. I told Stuart that all the patriotic music was either public domain, or we had the rights, and to put it up as ‘Album Only,’ selling it for $19.99.

I went in to the booth and he told me that our FROZEN CD was number twelve on the iTunes Album downloads with “Let It Go” moving quickly up the charts as well.

He hadn’t told me in front of everyone, because of the way they may have reacted. I thanked him for that.

It took both buses to get everyone home, but it wasn’t a big deal. After we got everyone back to our house, we all settled down with Jenn on one side of me and Anna on the other. Stuart had Princess on one side and Joan on the other. Tracy, Liz, and Brigitte were scattered around.

“That was so much fun,” Anna said. “Thank you for letting me sing first, Michael. That was amazing. Everybody sounded so good.”

“They sure did,” her sister said. “Stuart does a wonderful job during the recording. Could you show me what goes on sometime?”

He looked at me then to her and said, “Anytime Joan. All it is, is a bunch of electrical equipment.”

“I’d love to look at your equipment” she said, twirling his hair a little.

“I don’t know about that,” Princess was quick to respond.

The rest of us laughed or giggled, including Anna, whether she understood the innuendo or not.

“So, Michael, what do you want for dinner tonight?” Liz said getting up.

“What is thawed and available?” I asked back.

“Chicken, hamburger meat and ... I guess that’s all,” she said having opened the refrigerator.

“Whatever is easiest to make,” I suggested. Tracy got up to help her.

“Michael, how do you keep from not getting fat? You always eat so much food,” Anna asked.

Brigitte giggled lightly saying, “I asked him that once myself, but he has lots of things that he does to keep him very busy. You don’t see everything, but he is always working hard to make everyone look and sound so good.”

“Merci beaucoup,” I said to her.

“What language is that?” Anna asked.

“French,” my françois lover answered.

“It’s a very pretty language,” Anna went on to say. “And Brigitte is a very pretty young lady, isn’t she?”

“Yes, that is correct. I sure hope I get a figure like anyone of these other girls before I stop growing completely.”

“I suspect you will end up like your older sister, who is also very pretty,” I said looking over at Joan. “You look much younger than you are, and that can only help you get good roles in our up and coming season of shows.”

“Like what?” she asked getting up on my lap.

“You were in NEWSIES, that counts. You are still in Jackson Heights for a year, correct?”

“Yeah,” she said downhearted.

“In OLIVER, there are a few really good parts for girls, like Bet, Nancy’s little sister, or Charlotte, who is a flirt just like your sister.”

“CHILDREN OF EDEN too,” Jennifer said getting Anna to her lap. “You could be an Angel.”

“If you do get taller, you could even play Peter in PETER PAN,” Stuart said to her. She moved to his lap and gave him a hug. “Thank you Stuart, that is so sweet of you.”

“I keep changing my mind on our first show at the Mansion, but on the short list is PETER PAN,” I said getting this cutie back on my lap.

“DINNER!”

Everyone gathered round, with Anna sitting by Stuart. I had Brigitte and Joan on either side of me. Liz and Tracy brought out ‘Make your own tacos,’ will a big pile of meat, warmed-up corn taco shells and scads of fixins’.

Ever since this morning, when Anna saw Jen and I naked, I have been waiting for the inappropriate moment when she might say something about what she saw.

Everything was passed around until everyone had everything they wanted. Something extra tasty was in the meat, but I couldn’t figure it out. It was too good to worry about, as I ate three tacos before most of the rest of them finished their first one. I glanced around our table seeing everyone very happy, especially Anna who was laughing at something Stuart must have said.

“What are we going to record in two days?” Tracy asked.

“I have got a bunch of songs from the group Queen, I’d like to try out,” was my answer.

“You’re going to sing lead, aren’t you boss,” Stuart asked.

“I was going to ask you all, if that would be all right or not. I’m singing a lot these days, if it’s too much somebody tell me, would you?”

“I love your voice, Michael,” Anna said with a light giggle.

“I do too,” Tracy said blowing me a kiss.

“You know Boss,” Stuart said. “Besides the overtly Christmas music we ... you did today, how about some inspirational music like “Rock Of Ages” or Jennifer singing “Amazing Grace.”

“How sweet of you, Stuart,” she said to him.

“What about how the non-Christians may react to something like that?” I said back to him.

“Really? You love everyone, as everyone around this table knows,” my fiancée said getting serious. “There are over three billion Christians on the planet with over half of that being Catholic and Protestant. Put that number in your head and figure if every one of them even bought a single song we recorded.”

“That would be $3.225,000,000, or just under $12,000,000 for every one of us.”

“Now, get the money out of your head for a minute, and think of all of those people, knowing how many of them have fallen away from their faith. You could have something to do about that, bringing music into their lives, prompting discussion within their families or straight to God.”

“That’s a beautiful speech, but I don’t have much of a personal relationship with God, Jennifer Rose. And you know why?”

I went back to eating my tacos, loading up the meat on my next one. Could I have a relationship with God? With the things I do with each of these women. I don’t see how, but I can do what she said and bring music to the masses that have positive messages.

“I love you Jennifer,” I said between bites.

We had a light amunt of after dinner singing.
Jennifer and I went to our room together. It didn’t take long for Anna’s knock was at our door. With only decorated boxers and a T-shirt on, I opened to her saying, “Yes dear ... what is it you need?”

“Can I sleep with you and Jennifer please?”

“You have your own room, with all of your own stuff in it,” Jennifer said not sounding condescending in the slightest.

“I know, but I sometimes crawl into bed with my mommy and daddy, and you are the closest thing to that I have here.”

“OK, change into some pajamas and come back in. You don’t need to knock first,” I said. She skedaddled quickly and I changed into sweats pants, keeping on the T-shirt. Jenn had a T-shirt and panties as we saw her come back in to the room.

“Leave the door open, please?” I asked her.

She crawled up on the bed and got in between us. I pulled up her pajama top just enough to give her a kiss on her belly button, which made her giggle loudly. She appeared to have only the littlest breast buds which were poking through her pajama top.

I pulled the top back to where it was and saw her smile. “Could I give you a goodnight kiss, Anna?”

“OK,” was her simple answer. She closed her eyes ready for me.

“You want to see who is kissing you, to look into their eyes,” I said.

Her eyes opened as my lips touched against hers. I pulled away, and she said, “Thank you Michael, that was very nice. The best kiss I have ever had, as a matter of fact.”

“Who else have you kissed?” Jenn asked her.

“Michael and I kissed once on the bus and Richard Mitchell kissed me once, but it wasn’t anywhere as good as the kisses I have gotten from you ever since,” she said.

“The way I remember the kiss on the bus, was you grabbed me by the ears and pulled my face into yours.”

“I didn’t think you would ever kiss me if you stopped to think about it. Joan told me about you kissing her in the hallways of the schools and was always telling me how good you kissed. So, that was my chance. Could I get one more real kiss, like you have kissed Joan?”

I looked at Jenn, who nodded it was OK.

Without putting any weight on her, I leaned across and our lips made contact. This time she was quite assertive, putting both hands behind my head to keep up the pressure. I also felt an invasion and opened my lips to her tongue. I could feel myself getting hard in a hurry, but she was enjoying this and I wanted her to not feel uncomfortable. We eventually parted as she said, now breathing hard, “Wow, that felt good all under, Michael.”

“It was pretty hot, Anna,” Jennifer said to us. “Do you want to see us kiss to help you learn more?”

“Ooohh, please do?” she said moving to my other side.

I rolled on top of Jennifer pulling off my shirt first. “Keep what you see and hear to yourself, please?”

Jennifer took off her shirt and my kissing started on her beautiful pink areola, using my tongue to extend to her nipples. She enjoyed that, then I moved my mouth to Jenns grinding my tongue into her mouth.

Anna was being quiet, but watching us intently.

Now, my hands were all over JR’s breasts as we kissed. Jenn was getting quite aroused as was I. Should we let this young lady watch what happens next?

I felt my sweats and boxers being pulled off me, and Anna got on my back and whispered in my ear, “Fuck her ... Fuck her hard, Michael.”

I pulled Jenn’s panties off using my hands and my feet. I saw both her hands above her head, nevertheless a hand gripped my erection. “Fuck her ... Fuck her ... then fuck me.”

Somehow, Anna pointed me in the right direction and I slipped deep inside my fiancée. We both made a moan of sorts and Anna was staying on my back the whole time. As I began to actually fuck my girl, she was riding my back like a horseman.

Jenn was now in the throes of her first orgasm, as I slowed down to feel it wash over me. “What’s happening, Michael?” our observer asked.

“She’s had an orgasm, and I can feel it washing against my erection. Do you know what an orgasm is?”

“Not really, but you can help me, can’t you?”

“When I’m done with her, I can give you a lesson in sex ... how does that sound to you?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a blast,” this tiny 15-year-old said putting her hand down her own panties.