Hello. It's me. Nannerl. Good afternoon.
I've been wondering if after all these years I should relaunch my own career in the music industry. My stylist has told me that this is the way I should dress for the purpose.
I shall be reporting with Twitterly intentions later this evening from a most peculiar performance venue known as Adelaide Oval. Earlier this afternoon, I witnessed something called a sound check there. The person in charge of the checking obviously has a hearing problem, hence I mistakenly assumed he was Mr Beethoven. The loudness was so extraordinarily thunderous, it gave me quite a fright.
The composition to be performed this evening at the Oval outdoor theatre is called Adele. I have not yet been able to comprehend the plot though it appears to be some sort of singspiel.
I have been told the leading lady is not a soprano. That is rather unusual in my experience, to say the least. The singer is additionally unusual in having more than a dozen grandmothers. I am not sure whether that is an indication of respectability or not.
As no doubt you will wish to know, I have certainly passed on my concerns regarding the sound check. From my own experiences as a performer, any unwanted sound is a noise, mainly because it annoys and distracts and prevents one from rehearsing.
Fortunately, here in this indoor ethereal theatre, everyone can escape for a while from all sorts of outdoor and indoor annoyances, at least if they have the tickets with which to do so.
The Adele show, so I have heard, will include a home town story about Adelaide. Here is something I am sure is similar. It was produced by the Mozarty Party in preparation for Mad March a few years ago.
Now, you may not yet have caught up with all the action in the natural common room over the past few days. This may therefore be a very good time in which to do so:
Here is a reminder of another production of possible historical interest to you.
And another one:
The next scheduled public performance in this ethereal theatre will take place in two weeks time. Now, do excuse me. I am booked into a box seat at Adelaide Oval as a VIP* and do not wish to be late.
*Virtual Investigative Practitioner