Wake Me When It's Over

No, there is nothing wrong with this animal, and we aren't conducting some ancient ritual on her either.

Lola Malu has grown so accustomed to sitting through hours of music practice and rehearsals of various shapes and sizes that she can lie down, get comfortable, and fall fast asleep surrounded by twelve women singing at the top of their lungs.

Not pictured: Mr. Dibbs Doolittle who was curled up by the stove, equally apathetic, indifferent, and sleepy.