It is no secret that in all of Disney villain songs, whether in the Silver Age or the renaissance age, there's always a neon green in every magenta background. Other than lime green color, the color burning red represents passion time rage, while pu...
(Andell pov) Hopefully, this service goes well, and maybe, just maybe, little Davy would more than just enjoy it but also relish the truth when he gets a little older.
*Church choir*
"Alright, everyone, ready!!?" I happily said, hurrying up to meet with a choir. A smile never left my face even when the choir director handed me the song. "Ready to lift up your beautiful spirits and sing to the Lord as we praise him!!?" I shouted with glee, gaining the exact same happy expression from our fellow church family who yelled, 'Hallelujah!" and with that being said, I walked over, sitting next to the piano guy at the piano, showing him the lyrics.
"Now ah 1, 2..."
"Oh, happy day..." A little boy sings, stepping in the front, and the looks of it, he seems nervous. "(Oh, happy day)" I quietly sing, trying to give a thumbs up or at least a smile to help him. "Oh, happy day (oh happy day)" The background choir sings, sounding a little confident. "When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed), When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)".
"Jesus washed (when Jesus washed). Washed my sins away (oh happy day)" I sing, getting up from my seat and I went on singing as I slowly walk on the stage, joining the choir. "Oh happy day (oh happy day)" By the time we got to sing the chorus, I felt in my heart that God must've really felt it. Felt the love and delighted free spirits we are all experiencing and showing in the room, in his house.
"Calliope!!"
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"Oh m--!" I thought out loud as I noticed my best friend since childhood coming in.
"La, la, la, la, la (La, la, la, la, la) He taught me how (Oh, He taught me how) To wash (to wash, to wash)"
"Momma!" Davy yells jumping up and down, smiling as I turned, waving and blowing him a kiss while singing my heart out to the Lord. "Fight and pray (to fight and pray) Fight and pray! And he taught me how to live rejoicing yes" Even at the thunderous sound happy singing and foot stumping like a baseball stadium, I kept my eyes on my baby boy, Davis, who seems to enjoy this. Aw bless his cute, little heart!
(Frollo pov) I am being told that I should attend and check out a worship, and so far, this place seems... homey.
"Judge Frollo, surprise to see you out here."
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"Likewise, Ms. Facilier, how is that husband of yours?" He asked, putting his hand on my shoulder, allowing me to feel okay. "Oh!..he, um, he is not doing so great to be honest with you, but I am keeping my head high." I told him.
"Oh..dearie, nonsense! I am sure that your beloved will be fine." I replied, doing my best to get her to stop. Heaven lord, women! "I suggest you talk to somebody else, anybody really, about this matter. I mean, I think the Lord would agree if you tried solving this yourself, since you and I are both created in his image with a purpose! Think you, as a woman of your religious background should know that." I commented, fake sympathizing with her. Nearly done with whatever this is, a piece of meatball and bread was thrown my way, having sauce and crumbs on my upper body.
"Oh!..so-, sorry, Judge Claude, sir!" She cried, almost immediately using a clean paper napkin to try to swipe away all the food her bastard of a son threw at me. "It is fine, really!" I said, trying to get her off me. "Hmm!" I shrugged, ignoring the mess on my robe as I abide my farewell and walked away from them. FOOLS! That child deserves to be punished for what he did!!
