Continuing Quartet this morning. We stopped playing for something, and before anything could be said, we had this:
Viola [sniffing her chin rest]: Ooh, my chin rest smells really nice.
Me [a bit stunned]: Um... Okay... Random comment number one for the day...
Violin 2: Ooh, mine smells nice too. Like wood.
Violin 1: So does mine. Well, of course they all do, really.
Cello [with her nose at the shoulder of her cello]: That's not fair. I don't have one!
Viola: You don't have anywhere to put it.
Cello: I guess ... It would have to go here [points to the shoulder of the cello]. Can you imagine that??
Cello then puts her chin on the imaginary chin rest and pretends to play. She looked like she was trying to sniff the bridge of the cello, with her left hand above her hair and bow arm sticking out like a broken wing. It didn't last long, of course, as the giggles turned to hilarity.
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