Opera Page #2

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has brought you is fame.

I know.

My mother was a singer.

You better run along.

People will be waiting for you.

Fantastic!

I mean it! Betty, you were

fantastic! You were great!

I just love Verdi's music.

I really do!

Oh, god, you were wonderful.

Just wonderful.

Just that damn, damn director!

I can't take him anymore.

Giulia?

You work here

in the theater?

Ah, no.

Excuse me.

Ahh, you're a fan of mine. Yes.

The first.

First what?

Congratulations.

Fan.

You were wonderful.

Thank you.

Do you want an autograph? Oh, yeah.

I'd like that.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

What name shall i-

Excuse me.

Alan.

Alan?

Mm-Hmm.

Thank you.

Are you a foreigner?

Oh, no.

Everything is ready, inspector,

and they're all waiting for you.

Okay. So you are a policeman, not a fan.

Can't a policeman be a fan? It's just-

I'm not an expert on opera,

but...

Your voice is-

Thanks for the autograph.

Yes?

Hi. What did the cop want? Hi.

My autograph.

Why is he here?

Who knows?

Oh, maybe because of the accident with

the lights. One of the stagehands died.

What?

Yeah, it's pretty weird.

Leave your costume there. Marc

says it needs a few alterations.

Listen. I don't want to go to the party

alone. Would you feel like taking me?

Please?

Sure, i'd love to!

I almost forgot.

You were great tonight.

And it looks like i'm the

last one to congratulate you.

So you think it would be okay if I had a

kiss? Even if i'm only the stage manager?

What do you say?

Did you really like me?

Really?

Like you? I loved you!

From the great Mara Giacova.

With her best wishes.

Thank you.

Hmm.

The great Mara Giacova can say she was

literally struck by the curse of Macbeth.

"Good luck, little snake."

Ooh, you can certainly feel

her sting there!

Looks expensive.

Ohh!

Whew!

What do you think

it is?

Who knows?

Frog slime?

Acid?

Poison?

Hey, what's wrong?

What's wrong?

You idiot!

Yuck! Ginseng! Giacova

would bathe in that stuff!

Filthy damn birds!

I'm sorry, I can't.

It's not your fault.

I'm a disaster in bed.

I don't know why. I'm sorry.

According to the legend, opera

singers are incredibly horny.

You know, really. They say they make

love before they go out on stage.

That way it sort of...

relaxes their voice.

You know,

sweetens it up a little.

Either i'm

a lousy opera singer or-

Have I offended you?

No.

Well, I mean...

now that you're famous,

It seems like things are a

little bit different between us.

No, don't say that.

It's not true.

What a place!

It looks like a museum.

It sort of is.

I've got a rich uncle.

It's his place. He's stinking rich, and

he lets me use it whenever I need it.

Want some tea?

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