A story about... Classical Music © 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab	BRYCE	CHRISTINE	MARG & NAHOYA
				NAHOYA & MARG
			MARG	CHRISTINE & NAHOYA
			NAHOYA	CHRISTINE & MARG
				MARG & CHRISTINE

     "No, I'm sure I've heard of you," said the lovely young French woman.

     I smiled politely. "If only it were true. However, I'm sure you're thinking of one of my brothers. I have a very large family, you see, and many of us are musicians."

     She lowered her chin and looked up at me from beneath her brow. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she said, "In that case, you must play us something, so that we may know you for your own name."

     With a nod and a bow, I took my seat at the harpsichord. I paused a moment, listening to the slight echoes in the room and the wind rustling the trees outside the window. All eyes were on me, as the twelve-odd guests waited for me to begin.