Due to technical difficulties

I have dropped myself into unexplored territory of Painter 11. There are so many bells and whistles I am giddy with possibilities.

I bumped into Mia the postlady who actually had the courage to play with the group last week.
"How did it go?" I say.

"Well, I got stuck on the one chord because I was nervous. Edith de France got lost. Maria de Andalucia was on the wrong page. Raul hit a string too hard...and when we stood up and bowed the audience didn't realise we had finished. Do you want to be in the Christmas show?"

I'll think about it.