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Story 14
A Grand Band
The violinist fixed his music on his stand; the pianist sat ready at her
Baby Grand; the maestro raised his wand in his hand - then, on cue,
this band played in such a way that tears flowed from every lachrymal
gland.
But the applause was anything but bland. And all agreed that this band
sounded grand and played as well as any other band in the entire land!
