Detroit Page #12

(WIND HOWLING)

(PIANO PLAYING)

- (SIGHS) Excuse me, brother.

- Yes, son.

I submitted an application

for the church choir director...

...and I never heard

anything back.

Oh, um,

speak to the choirmaster.

Okay, thank you.

Excuse me.

I submitted an application

for the church choir director...

...and I never heard

anything back.

Larry Cleveland Reed.

Larry. Uh...

Oh, I remember. You're

with The Dramatics, right?

Yes, sir.

You're a little bit

overqualified.

We're just

a neighborhood church.

Well, yeah,

I am overqualified. So?

Why don't you go try some

of those clubs downtown?

I'm sure they'd be happy

to have you.

And I guarantee you,

the pay will be much better.

(SIGHS) There's police

at those clubs downtown.

And it's dangerous.

Sir, can you please help me?

I need a job.

Do you sing

any liturgical music?

LARRY:
Yeah, I know something.

Let me see if I...

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

(SINGING) Master

(PIANO PLAYING)

The tempest is raging

Oh the billows

Are tossing high

The sky

Is overshadowed

with blackness

No shelter or help

Is nigh

Carest thou not

That we perish?

How can thou lie asleep

When each moment

So madly is threatening

Oh a grave

A grave

A grave

A grave

In the angry deep

Get up, Jesus

Because

(CHOIR CONTINUES SINGING)

(SONG ENDS)

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