Showing posts with label violin case. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violin case. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 June 2013

A Mob Hit

12-yr-old girl arrives, with her violin case under one arm. 

Me: Hi, how are- is it safe?  You're not going to shoot me, are you?
Girl [giggling]: No, I'm not, I mean - no.  Does it look like it?
Me: You don't have a machine gun hiding in there or anything?
Girl [narrowing eyes, starting to aim]: Er... [pauses like she's thinking about it] No. 

Later, she noticed my globe, which uses different stones for the different countries.  It used to live behind the TV but I moved it into the open.

Girl: That is so cool.  [flash of inspiration] You could use it to plan your next mob hit.
Me [blinking]: What? [obviously I'm old, and was thinking Mafia at this point]
Girl: You know, your next mob.  Like that guy, he organised that mob - where they all got together and they did that thing, and it was really cool, everyone just jumped up-
Me [penny dropping]: Oh, I ge-
Girl: And they all played together-
Me: You mean a flash mob.  Not the Mob, mob.
Girl: What?  Yeah, the mob.  The cool mob thing.
Me: Not the Mafia.
Girl [with the What's My Teacher Talking About look]: No.  What?
Me: After you came in here carrying your violin like that, I just- I had Mafia on the brain. 
Girl: No... But you should use this!  Get everyone playing violin, it would be so cool!

I guess she's onto my plans for world domination...

Monday, 1 April 2013

Violins in Cellos

9-yr-old boy, uses a school violin.  The string department at school (including the instrument storage space) is housed in an area called the chalet (I'm not quite sure why).  This was while he was packing up.

Boy: I'm going to Sydney for the whole holidays.
Me: And are you taking your whole violin?
Boy: Nnnnoooo... Unless I have a smaller case.  Can I get a smaller case?
Me: You'd only be able to get a smaller case if you detached bits of your violin.  [Unfortunately, he looked enthusiastic with this prospect].  Which is the same as breaking your violin.  So, don't...
Boy [all packed up]: Oh... I'm going to put my violin in the cello now.
Me: In the ... chalet?
Boy: Yep. 
Me: Yeah, don't try to put it in the cello.  They... wouldn't like that.

[Cue giggles as he leaves the room, encountering a mate who had just finished his cello lesson].