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Unfortunately, the next commercial break was not until fifteen boring minutes later. Sherlock had tried to ignore the music and the singing and whatever was in between, yet he couldn't stop the melody playing in his head. It was annoyingly haunting – even when it was not playing.
"Aren't you bored by this already?" Sherlock finally asked, when the fourth commercial break started. "It's always the same tune over and over again."
"I know", John agreed. "That's what makes it so interesting."
"Interesting?" Sherlock repeated, incredulously. "Well, I wouldn't call it 'interesting'. Actually, the word I would use for it …"
"… you better keep to yourself," John suggested, pointing at Sherlock, accusingly. "I am warning you, Sherlock, I will not have you belittle something this splendid."
"And now it is splendid!" Sherlock exclaimed. "Really, John, have you ever asked yourself, why you couldn't keep any of your girlfriends?"
"Apparently, you have given the matter some thought."
"I didn't have to, because it is quite obvious", Sherlock answered. "It must have been your taste in music. Or your lack of it …"
"Actually," John replied, angrily. "Girls seem to love this musical."
Sherlock snorted.
"Can't imagine why!"
"Well, if you had stopped moaning about it you might have deducted it already", John said. "It's the story, of course, they are intrigued by."