/lit/ - Literature

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I remember one time, it was the dead of night in summer, a few days before the end of the school year. One of the sixth form students managed to sneak out of their boarding house, make the journey from the Grecians' house to the chapel, somehow break into the chapel, and get to the organ. This kid could play the chapel organ, and was allowed to do so sometimes during chapel, which we had for 35 minutes on Tuesdays and an hour on Sundays.

This organ was loud. The pipes we bigger than men, and set in the walls in ornate wooden casings, on the near and far side of the chapel, some thirty feet above the ground. On the far side, they were set at the back of the gallery, so if you were sat there you could sometimes feel their full power directly behind you. Occasionally the organist would press a key and you'd jump from the fright of the air and noise. You could hear the organ from almost anywhere in the school.

So this kid that broke in sat down, cracked his fingers and played enough of Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor to wake up the entire school, staff and students alike. Apparently the chaplain burst into the chapel in his pyjamas, shouting at him to stop, but one voice carries about as far as your arm against an organ playing to an empty room. Once the chaplain reached him, sitting in the cramped little booth with all the peddles and rows of keys, the kid turned to the chaplain, said "Oh, sorry sir, I didn't see you there," and stopped playing. I believe they suspended him for that, but it was so close to the end of term that it didn't really matter at all.

Pic related: The organ I was talking about