| 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 |
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"If you're going to use a French woman in this story," said my brother, "you really have to put in 'zee franshe aksant.'" He wiggled his eyebrows.
I wrinkled my nose at him pointedly and replied, "No, the French woman is just local color. She's not supposed to be the focus of the story! It's the music I'm trying to write about--the sheer joy and lightness of harpsichord playing! You haven't even gotten to the important part yet!"
"Yawn," he said. "I've never understood what you see in that harpsichord, anyway. The saxophone is really where it's at." He doodled a tune on his air-saxophone, as he wandered off.
| Where was I? Damn. | "Hmmm..." I daydreamed. |