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The Conductor: Chapter One
There was in a large city in the 1920s, a locally famous conductor. He was a very good conductor and after years of study and practice had gained the position of lead conductor of his local philharmonic orchestra.
However, even after all his accomplishments, there was always one song that he could not quite get though without hearing some mistake out of the orchestra he was conducting. Usually, it was so small a mistake that he was the only one who ever heard it.
This conductor, in order to put himself through school, had made a deal with a local mob boss. The mob boss payed for his education and in return the conductor would conduct his orchestra in a performance of any song the mob boss wished for the rest of his life. Well, it so happened one night that the mob boss wanted to hear that one song that the conductor always heard a mistake in...
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And so, the night of the performance came. He was about half way through the symphony when the conductor heard a mistake. Finally, he had had it. And so, when the performance was over, he turned around and addressed the audience.
"I am old and tired," he said, "and my skill is not what everyone says it is. I will therefore be retiring after tonight's performance."
The mob boss was in attendance, of course, and had brought along several lackies. He waved a hand at one of them and the lackie stood up, quickly.
"You can't!" he shouted to the conductor. "Your skill is everything we say!"
And it was then that the conductor pulled out a gun and shot the lackie. Even the mob boss was so stunned that he could do nothing.
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Well, with so many eye-witnesses, it was a foregone conclusion that the conductor was going to be arrested, tried, and convicted. And so, he was. On the day he was to be sentenced, he was brought before the judge who sentenced him to the electric chair.
The conductor was granted a final request, however.
"May I please have 14 slightly green bananas on a silver platter?" he asked his executioners. And they brought it for him. And so, this was his last meal before he was strapped into the chair and the switch was thrown.
Miraculously, however, he survived. The executioners were about to throw the switch again when the conductor's lawyer stepped in (of course, he had been payed for by the mob boss who didn't want to lose his favorite conductor) claiming that the sentence had been carried out and that it was illegal to carry it out twice.
So, with nothing else they could do, the conductor was released. He triumphantly walked out the the prison only to find the mob boss waiting for him...
To be continued...
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