Da-dum-da-da-da Da-dum-da-da-da... (think helicopters, jungle, and Robert Duvall...)
You know. That Wagnerian part that plays at the very beginning, when everyone is still at the bar or going off to the head (john, toilette, W.C....), or doing something else so you can make an ENTRANCE when you finally do walk in the freakin' auditorium with a "niece" on your arm wearing twenty-thousand dollars worth of diamonds you "borrowed" from your wife's safe while she is vacationing among the cabaña boys off the coast of Belize or some other unnamed Latin American country.
Be patient! The friggin' show is coming! Oh, and by the way, the show might go on for a while without music you can actually hear, while I'm waiting for my union card.
Ludvig (no, the "v" is NOT a typo...)
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