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

"Hmmm..." I daydreamed.

     Being one of the 12 odd guests, I watched in near horror as he placed hands upon the harpsichord. He began to play.

     I gasped! "Hey" Mentally now, "that really sounds like music!"

     My brother had taken lessons when we were children, but they never took him.

     Of course, I hadn't seen him in a few years, but, he actually learned to play? I mean, this was good. This actually sounded like music. I was slightly embarassed when my date backed out at the last minute, and to hear him talk music with the french chick (she would have probably wanted french chic!). Well, I figured he was at his limit with classical music knowledge. But, wow!

     Little bro picked up on the lessons again. Wagner seemed a poor choice for harpsichord though. Ah, that was the music snob in me. Down girl!

Ack, no. This wasn't working. All of a sudden the protagonist has turned female and the perspective has leapt around the room. Maybe I'm just trying to admit little bro is right. The harpsichord isn't doing it for this story. Neither is the French chic. Well maybe...

     All eyes turned to the beautiful young Frenchwoman and her saxaphone. "Gee, Monique, I'm sure I've heard of you," said the shy young man.

     "Oui, oui," said Monique in an outrageous French accent, "And after tonight you will nevair forget. I weel show you how we jam in Pari."...