Who's that sitting in the front row of the Elder Hall at the Lunch Hour Concert this afternoon?
Why, it's Chopin! And who's that sitting beside him? Why, it's Robert Schumann! I didn't know they were friends. Let's crane forward and listen to what they're saying.
Frederic Chopin: So it's your two hundredth birthday this week. Congratulations!
Robert Schumann: Hold on Frederic. It's not my two hundredth birthday until June.
Frederic Chopin: Tell me about it. It was mine last week, according to them.
Robert Schumann: What do you mean, them?
Frederic Chopin: The program notes. Here have a look at 'em.
Robert Schumann: ( reads ) Da de da de da ........ hey, this is all about you! I thought they were playing my Fantasiestucke!
Frederic Chopin: They are. Don't get your trousers in a twist! Read on.
Robert Schumann: ( reads) Da de da.... Hey this is all about Brahms!
Frederic Chopin: Keep going keep going! This bit at the bottom is about you.
Robert Schumann; ( reads ) It is poignant to recall that during his last years, spent in the confinement of a private asylum, Clara was unable to visit him until he had been there for two and a half years. Her visit, when it came was only two days before his death. By a curious twist of fate, Clara was not actually present at the moment of her husband's death, for the simple reason that she had left the asylum to meet and greet an old friend. Oh! Oh! How sad and lonely was my passing!
Frederic Chopin: Dear friend! Had you forgotten?
Robert Schumann: Dear friend! What sort of friend are you? I had forgotten!
Frederic Chopin: ( laughing and coughing into his handkerchief ) : Ha ha! Cough! cough !
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