Sweet Songs about Nothing

I was in a room with Jewish people, both men, and women. The men were preparing for a quire presentation. I sat in one of the seats and watched as they quickly arranged themselves in neat rows. They started singing. It sounded beautiful, but the words were complete nonsense. One man standing in front took off his black hat, closed his eyes, and sang a beautiful chorus. But again, it was about nothing. However, a woman sitting in the front row chimed in, substituting his empty lyrics with several profanities. Her attitude was hostile and sarcastic. The whole scene seemed funny, and I started laughing.