It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Carols By The Bay

It didn't quite feel like Christmas yet. It was though it was a week from Christmas eve and the little town of Tumby Bay, in an effort to generate Yule Tide spirit was holding community carols. Jayne happened to be home. As did her uncle Tommy and his family. Jayne had also brought part of the cast of the show she had just finished workshopping. That was why she was in her home era (give or take a couple of years) she had auditioned for and then landed a part with The State Theatre Company of South Australia and so The Doctor was off consulting for UNIT for a while. Kate had mixed feelings about this.

Another member of the cast had connections in Tumby Bay and the cast had collectively decided that a holiday was just the ticket. As a result there were rather a lot of professional performers in town. It had been Jayne's idea that they all crash the Carols. It had only been briefly discussed and only once rehearsed. They had come down the isles about halfway through the planed programming and they had almost doubled the length of the evening. As the town lesbian Jayne felt it was her duty to sing a duet of Baby It's Cold Outside with Erin. It had turned out more scandalous than she had expected. The small but vocal bible bashing conglomerate had kicked up a fuss well into the new year about hoe they didn't want their children exposed to such things. They had very little trouble with the abstract and Jayne was one of the best loved members of the community, a post she had inherited from Richard. She, Tommy and the other (semi) local girl did a beautifully harmonised rendition of I'll Be Home For Christmas. Tommy, Jayne and Tommy's wife had, in their first performance together, done a medley of Silent Night, Hark The Herald Angels Sing and Auld Lang Sine. The lot of them had also done Jingle Bell Rock and an assortment of other carols. Jayne had introduced everyone by turn omitting herself entirely.

What was infuriating were the aforementioned conglomerate of bible bashers. All Jayne and Erin had done was sing. They had not kissed, they had not flirted, they had barely even touched except at three points in the choreography. In one instrumental Jayne had spun Erin. In another Erin had returned the favour and they had closed the song with Jayne sweeping Erin into a dip. Apart from that all they had done was sing to each other. Jayne, who had the lower range had taken the traditionally male part and Erin, who had a slightly higher range, had taken the traditionally female part. That was nothing compared with the drummer and MC blatantly flirting all evening. When Jayne got home she vented at the wall about that and then Erin had started speaking to her in Latin and she forgot why she was angry. She just found the language so damned sexy, especially coming from Erin who was as comfortable in Latin as she was English.