Pale pink delight!
Peggys Enkelin, Simone, nimmt an einem ganz besonderen Event teil. Alle in Spotlights ganz eigenem Londoner Pub sprechen von nichts anderem. Von INEZ SHARP
“That’s a bit old-fashioned”
George: Are you nervous?
Peggy: No, but I am thinking about her. I just hope everything works out.
Helen: Is Phil in the audience?
Peggy: Yeah, the lucky so-and-so. George: And may I ask why aren’t you there?
Peggy: She didn’t want too many people she knows to watch her.
Helen: But you love the royal family... Peggy: I know. Never mind. She asked for Phil to go along. That was all she cared about.
George: It’s rather nice that they’re so close. I mean, he’s really only her stepgrandfather.
Peggy: This is how I see it: my granddaughter has never had a proper dad. Phil has been the only stable male influence in her life. If the two of them get along to gether, then that’s great.
Helen: I think it’s lovely for Simone. Didn’t you say she started singing because Phil encouraged her?
Peggy: Well, we always knew she had a lovely voice, but he got her into the choir, and she’s really blossomed since then. George: What are they singing?
Peggy: It’s a medley — some gospel, two hymns. I can’t remember exactly.
Helen: A concert singing in front of the royal family, and your granddaughter’s doing a solo? I would be bursting with pride. George: What’s the time? It must be nearly over by now.
Peggy: Phil said they’d be done by 10. Helen: It’s just after. Peggy: Then I need to keep an eye on my phone. He said he’d call me to let me know how it went.
Helen: What are they wearing?
Peggy: First, it was going to be their school uniforms, but then the music teacher, Mrs Tyrells, decided it would be nice to have the boys in dark shirts and trousers and the girls all in pale pink. George: That’s a bit old-fashioned. Peggy: Two of the boys in the choir complained that it was gender-stereotyping, so they went in pale pink, too.
George: Good for them!
Peggy: There goes my phone. Can you just pipe down?... Hello, love! How did it go?... Sorry! Can you say that again?... Naked? Oh, no! So what’s happening now?... OK, I’ll see you later. Drive carefully.
Helen: It doesn’t sound as if things went according to plan.
George: Well the phrase “naked” in combination with a concert for royalty doesn’t bode well.
Peggy: Poor, poor Simone!
George: Come on! Tell us!
Peggy: As I said, a couple of the boys went dressed in pale pink as a protest. Mrs Tyrells was furious and made them change into stuff she had brought along. One of the boys’ trousers were much too small, and when he bent over to pick up his music...
Helen: I can guess the rest...
Peggy: No, it gets worse. He tried to hold his trousers together at the back. No one could see from the front, but Simone was standing directly behind him and got a terrible fit of the giggles. She said she could see his bottom, and when it was time for her solo, all she could manage were a couple of squawks, and that set everyone else off.
George: I know it’s not much comfort, but it’s probably the most fun the royal family has had in years.