The restaurant’s strolling violinist plays a different tune for each course: a hopeful one for the soup, brave and confident for the entrée, legato but sad and betrayed for the sides.
A diner requests something for the soufflé and the fiddler responds, a little flat.
And then just desserts, as the violinist has left.
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Memorable Fancies 
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