Zingerella and the FiveSevenFive Messiahs, part 3

 Last night's audience was less tubercular, for a mercy, but gracious me did they wander! I mean they got up and wandered around the concert hall, re-seating themselves periodically. It was like the musical chairs Messiah. Except that because Maestro Kramer is relentless, they never really had time to get seated before the music started again. 

( Cut for wandering audiences (gone astraaaaaaaay), and thoughts on deportment )