So last night, I took to the rehearsal a poster for my first recital (which is coming up rather soon - PM me for details
In particular, three of the altos, ladies well blessed with years all of them, looked at the poster. Then they drew away for a brief confabulation. Then they looked at the poster again. And then one of them came to speak to me.
"That poster...that's you, isn't it dear?"
"Yes, that's me" I replied.
"And you're singing a recital?"
"Yes, that's right."
"On that day and at that time?"
"Yes"
"Twentieth century songs?"
"Yes."
"Do you mind if I ask you a question about it?"
"No, of course not."
A brief pause, as she tried to think of the way to ask the burning query that had galvanised her and her friends...
"Well, we were just wondering - what are you going to wear?"
