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You stamp your foot on your podium. You have your brass play that famous song the trombones always play from one of those Wagner operas with the screeching people and a ring or something. You can't really remember because after all, opera isn't  actually music.

Suddenly the seats in the hall turn into seats with people in them. The people drop money in a vacuum tube where it will disappear into the abyss because real musicians aren't actually paid. 

*[[Start waving and making faces!]]
*[[Take a request from the audience]]

[[Category: The Conductor]]