Rule 8: Always bring extra music

Similar to the communion rule, you should ALWAYS bring extra music.

You never know when the Pastor will start the service 10 minutes late because of a wardrobe malfunction (this is what I assume happens when they hang out in the sacristy for what feels like a decade).

Or when the wedding will start 20 minutes late because the bride is nervous, or had a wardrobe malfunction, or because the groom needs to sober up, or the best man is missing or the rings are missing or the flower girl clearly missed nap time.

So just throw your standard favorites into your organ bag and keep them there. All. The. Time.

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