"Maybe they will be surprised when someone can really sing," Birungi said.
"I heard that." The closest judge beckoned imperiously. "Come forward and be judged!"
Marilyn walked out onto the stage.
"It's a valkyrie," one judge said.
"Don't be silly," another one replied, "What's the feminine of valkyrie?"
"It's already feminine," Marilyn grinned.
"Ah, like moose then," the first judge said.
"What are you going to sing," the student at the computer asked. Marilyn pointed to a title on his screen. The student shrugged. "It's your funeral."
The music came up.
"What this? Old blue eyes?" The judge covered his eyes. "We're not worthy."
Marilyn laughed and launched into My Way. The judges looked like the three monkeys with one's hands over his eyes, one's on his ears and one's over his
