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"Mr Bell? I'm Frederic Chopin. I've come for the... audition."
"Come in, sit down please."
"So what's the gig, Mr Bell?"
"Look, Freddie, this telephone I've invented – thing is, now we need jingles, tunes that play when you're hanging on the line for ages. Must be really short."
"Why?"
"So they play repeatedly and get annoying. You do short stuff?"
"The Minute Waltz."
"Too long. Do you have a Half-A-Minute Waltz?"
"A Demi-Minute Waltz? Sorry, no."
"Can't you play your Minute Waltz twice as fast?"
"Suppose so."
"Perfect – you've got the gig. It'll sell like hot-cakes in the call centres."
"Come in, sit down please."
"So what's the gig, Mr Bell?"
"Look, Freddie, this telephone I've invented – thing is, now we need jingles, tunes that play when you're hanging on the line for ages. Must be really short."
"Why?"
"So they play repeatedly and get annoying. You do short stuff?"
"The Minute Waltz."
"Too long. Do you have a Half-A-Minute Waltz?"
"A Demi-Minute Waltz? Sorry, no."
"Can't you play your Minute Waltz twice as fast?"
"Suppose so."
"Perfect – you've got the gig. It'll sell like hot-cakes in the call centres."
