A/N - During the story you'll be referred to as Sister Mary (Y/N), or just Mary (Y/N) since you're a nun.
It was almost time for your performance and you were nervous, so you went to find Mary Clarence, the choir master to ask for advice
"Sister Mary Clarence, I'm nervous, what should I do?" you ask.
"Well, Mary (Y/N), pretend the audience isn't there. Like rehearsals," she says.
"Thank you Mary Clarence," you say. You take your position as the priest announces your performance. The music begins to play, and you and the other nuns start singing.
You run on stage, singing your heart out.
Spread the news. Its time to rock the pews. We got the Sunday morning fever.
You stand in your place, waiting for the choreography to start.
Its a sound that turns your souls around until it makes you a believer.
The choreography starts, and you nail every move.
Every priest. Every deacon. Everyone who feels the beat starts freakin'.
You move to your new position as the song progresses, waiting for the solos to start. Soon, Mary Patrick began to sing her solo.
"Girls and boys, come make a joyful noise and do the sunday morning hustle! Bump that thing in praise of Christ the king until you pull your pelvic muscle!" she sang, wonderfully one might add.
Get confessed. Get anointed. Then get down like you are double jointed!
You had learned not to laugh at the questionable lyrics by now. You sneakily run off stage to get ready for your solo. You grab your sparkly baseball cap and sunglasses and walk to the back of the stage, as the other nuns cover you. You're rap starts.
"A hip, hop. A hippity a hippity
a ding dong dippity dee!
I'm a celibate sister,
but I'm hot as a blister
so hang onto your rosary!
Now I may be a fossil,
but my skills
are colossal,
and I rock the mig just like an apostle,
and I don't stop
'til your doubts go pop.
And I take you over the top!
We got Matt, Mark,
Luke and John.
Those guys are pros,
and that ain't no con.
So let's party on
'til the break-break-a-dawn
like a sanctifunkadelic
orgasmatron!"
Your solo ends to applause as you run off stage to deposit your props. You run on for Mary Robert's solo.
"Dudes and chicks, whip out your crucifix, and join the sunday celebration! Genuflect, give God his due respect. Then put your backside in rotation! Raise your hands! Get them clappin'! And you'll see that miracles can happen!"
She nails her solo. You start the finale.
Praise the Lord! Join the flock! Party 'til you make the cloister rock! Won't regret that Sunday morning fever – Kiss those sins goodbye! Fill the church! Pass the plate! Everybody transubstantiate come and get that Sunday morning fever. Supernatural high! Mass appeal was never so real and can'tcha feel that sunday fever...
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Thank God it's sunday!
Sunday fever rise!
You string a final pose as the crowds cheer and stand up. You take your bows and leave the stage. Deloris is there to congratulate you.
"Well done sisters. Especially to you, Mary (Y/N), that's the best you've ever done your rap," she says. You blush a little at her compliment as all the other sisters turn around to congratulate you.
"Now, we can go out and lead the prayers," Deloris says.
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