You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet Page #2

and his companion Eurydice.

Thanks to Antoine d'Anthac,

we shall hear their story

again tonight.

ACT ONE:

- Son?

- Father?

Do you expect your old father

to beg in a station buffet?

I'm playing for myself.

A station buffet with just one customer

pretending not to listen.

How time passes...

Back in my heyday,

who'd have thought

I'd pluck my harp in cafs?

Who'd have thought I'd be reduced

to begging with a tiny saucer?

Mother.

Every time

you were fired from a job.

- You're carrying on?

- Does it bother you?

I can't concentrate.

Eight times seven.

Fifty-six.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Funny.

I hoped it would be sixty-three.

After all,

eight times nine is seventy-two.

We're nearly broke.

I know.

That's all you can say?

Yes, father.

Good, I'm used to it.

Eight times seven?

Fifty-six.

Fifty-six.

You shouldn't have told me again!

We ate well tonight for 12.75 francs.

No, father.

If you'd chosen right,

instead of vegetables,

you'd have had a second dessert.

You see, son...

We ate better this evening

for 12.75 francs

than yesterday for 13.5 francs.

True. They had cloth napkins...

True, they had cloth napkins,

not paper ones.

That place was trying...

That place was trying to look posh

but was no better.

Once, son...

You know, son,

once I was invited to Poccardi's,

near the Opera.

They brought me the platter...

You've told me

ten times already, father.

All right, I won't insist!

That's a sad tune you're playing.

My thoughts are sad too.

Thoughts about what?

You.

Fancy! What now?

Since mother died...

Since mother died, I follow you

to cafs with my violin.

I see you struggling

to do your accounts.

I listen to your talk

of fixed price menus,

then I go to bed

and get up the next day.

At my age,

you'll see that's what life is.

I dream about what might part us.

But we get along so well.

By George, you make me laugh!

At your age, I found life magnificent.

I'm going out to the platform.

Our train's in an hour.

Excuse me...

Was someone playing the violin here?

Excuse me...

Was someone playing the violin here?

Excuse me...

Was someone playing the violin here?

Yes, Mademoiselle.

That was my son. My son Orpheus.

He played so prettily.

Yes, Mademoiselle.

That was my son. My son Orpheus.

He played so prettily.

He played so prettily.

Eurydice!

There you are!

It's so hot!

I hate waiting in stations.

Yet another badly organized tour!

The manager should make sure

the leads never have to wait.

There's only one train, mother.

It's not the manager's fault.

You always stand up for fools!

Should we have something to drink?

Now you're sitting down, you should.

A coffee.

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