Back in the music office:
"I'd like to speak with the resident goddess of song... Ha, ha, ha. Tim Furey. How are you? Bail me out, will you? No, not literally. I am inviting you to sing for the Pope. Yes, really."
A knock at the door.
The salesman: "These are just samples, of course. The actual finished product will be about 2 feet by 4 feet, mounted to a lightweight flexible pole."
Dr. Furey thought: "Every word in his last encyclical in Latin, carried by dancers in colored bodysuits, who move through the arena and eventually end up in the right order. Like the opening ceremonies of the Olympics, only bigger and more complicated." Dr. Furey said: "The samples look perfect. How much?"
The salesman: "About $300--no, let's say $400 per banner."