Re: September 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE
“Another triumph, Maestro!”
“So you say.”
“Everyone was ecstatic. And you were milking the applause.”
“Milking?”
“So you didn’t have to be turned round to face the audience, Maestro? And even then, you didn’t at first smile.”
“Why would I smile?”
“Why not?”
“Michael Umlauf promised me the chorus would be ready. Didn’t you hear those top Ds? The sopranos were screeching.”
“Were they, Ludwig? But then I haven’t got your wonderful ‘Beethoven’ ear.”
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No Auteur Joy?
No Auteur Joy?
“Another triumph, Maestro!”
“So you say.”
“Everyone was ecstatic. And you were milking the applause.”
“Milking?”
“So you didn’t have to be turned round to face the audience, Maestro? And even then, you didn’t at first smile.”
“Why would I smile?”
“Why not?”
“Michael Umlauf promised me the chorus would be ready. Didn’t you hear those top Ds? The sopranos were screeching.”
“Were they, Ludwig? But then I haven’t got your wonderful ‘Beethoven’ ear.”
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