Tantrum
Resisting the urge to pound my fists on the keyboard in a tantrum worthy of La Carlotta herself, I breathe deeply and give the note again. "So, once again - after seven. Five, six, seven…" Unsurprisingly enough, Signor Piangi chooses once more to ignore the notes on the page. The chorus erupts into an absolutely unhelpful cacophony, their bickering and attempts to weasel the tenor into singing the correct phrase drowning out my polite "Ladies…Signor Piangi…if you please…" until finally I give in to temptation and thump the keys soundly with clenched hands. Let the damned thing play itself!
