Small Talk

Small Talk
When an admirer told the soprano,”I loved your aria,” she replied,
“It’s written for a falsetto you know.” Her acquaintance answered,
“Well, I’ve cheated in my time, too..”
“No,” the singer explained, “I don’t mean false. I mean like a
coloratura!” The man nodded tactfully. “Oh yeah? Who would know? You
could always pass for a white person.” The lady was more explicit.
I’m referring to the range of the aria.”
“You sing on a ranch. What area is that in?”
Finally the soprano inquired, “I take it that you are quite deaf?”
The reply was, “You sing of life and death? Ah — to be gifted like
you. What’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?
“Sometimes I wonder!” the soprano reflected quietly. “It is so nice
–to be heard!”
-Kirby Congdon
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