My, my… {He takes in the decadence of the Dance Hall.} Quite the chamber. Oh! And listen to those acoustics! {He whistles a little tune.} Ahah!
04:10
{He rushes to a nearby bench. Where he sets his top hat, coat and cane. After fishing his flute out of his coat.} There’s a little ditty I’m fond of. Goes something like this…
{He stops just before playing the first note.} Oh! How did I forget? {He goes over to the piano.} Hm, might not sound too glorious on chords… {Begins to play the song.}
