Have Fun …

Have fun!”

Yes, if someone is going out to a comedy show or a party or a concert, maybe it is an acceptable comment to offer them.
But is it really the right thing to say to a artist who is going into the studio to work?
Is it a bit of an insult, or is this artist just too thin-skinned? And how is the artist to respond gracefully to such a comment?
What might be the response of a surgeon who is about to operate, a lawyer preparing to defend a courtcase, a policeman, a fireman, an accountant, a soldier, or any member of a dozen other professions? How would they react if someone flippantly told them to “have fun” in their place of work?

Just wondering …

Peace

The Rock Opera continues.

At the end of an act, Maggie turns to George
“The Veterans? You say they have the best interests of the Veterans at heart? I tell you George … The veterans I’ve spoken to all say the same thing. You might all say they are singing the same tune. Even the old vets whose memory might be a bit fuzzy. They all are singing the same tune. In order to keep it simple the song has one word. That way nobody can say they can’t remember the lyrics.

The word? Since you ask, I’ll tell you George …
Mr. Music, are you still here?

Rather … I’ll sing to you … The only word that seems to make sense at this point. You sing along with me and each of us will invite someone else to join in. On and on …
We’ll keep repeating it over and over until we have it.”

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