A cello is heard, playing a wafting, cello-like sound. You know the kind.

A piano comes in. It's all very pleasant and civilised.

Then, from the dressing room, a different sound arrives. It soon becomes obvious that this is yelling. Unamplified yelling, for the moment.

The yelling gets louder and louder. The cello and piano abruptly stop playing. There is the distinctive sound of a cello being hurriedly put back into its case and a piano lid being slammed shut.

But the yelling doesn't stop.

The yelling never really stops.

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