At the Opera
There is some music.
The curtain goes up.
Everything is covered with dust sheets.
I think they are symbolic, but don’t like to ask.
People sing.
It is in English. This does not help.
The count sings.
It appears he is the bad guy.
I snooze for a bit.
Figaro is all over the place, doing this and that.
There is a scene change
and a lot of stuff about a cupboard.
In the orchestra there is a nice girl playing the flute.
Forty-eight village maidens come on.
There is an interval
and I eat two ice-creams.
The countess bursts into recitative
if that is the correct term.
Somebody puts on a skirt and joins the army.
They all sing a very tuneful song.
Figaro’s job description continues to elude me.
An old man comes in with a flower pot;
I don’t think he is Cherubino.
I smile at the flute girl.
A lady becomes Figaro’s mother.
They sing some more,
then they all dress up as each other
except the gardener.
I think the flute girl smiles back.
The count mistakes his wife for his girl friend
despite the fact that she is three times the size
and two octaves lower.
Then the count sings the ‘I blew it’ song in B flat
and everybody kisses.
We clap and go out.
The curtain goes up.
Everything is covered with dust sheets.
I think they are symbolic, but don’t like to ask.
People sing.
It is in English. This does not help.
The count sings.
It appears he is the bad guy.
I snooze for a bit.
Figaro is all over the place, doing this and that.
There is a scene change
and a lot of stuff about a cupboard.
In the orchestra there is a nice girl playing the flute.
Forty-eight village maidens come on.
There is an interval
and I eat two ice-creams.
The countess bursts into recitative
if that is the correct term.
Somebody puts on a skirt and joins the army.
They all sing a very tuneful song.
Figaro’s job description continues to elude me.
An old man comes in with a flower pot;
I don’t think he is Cherubino.
I smile at the flute girl.
A lady becomes Figaro’s mother.
They sing some more,
then they all dress up as each other
except the gardener.
I think the flute girl smiles back.
The count mistakes his wife for his girl friend
despite the fact that she is three times the size
and two octaves lower.
Then the count sings the ‘I blew it’ song in B flat
and everybody kisses.
We clap and go out.
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