Which is deadlier? The aggressive mother or the smooth-talking father of the aspiring musician? The former waylays you at public places while the latter corners you at official events, always ready with a printed invite for the apple-of-their-eye’s performances. On such strong efforts are great stars built. And then there are the phone calls from Daddy’s secretary asking for your email ID, a second call asking if you received the e-vite and a third asking if you are coming for any of the apple’s performances. On each performance day (thankfully not many), you brace yourself for a reminder call.
After the Season you have the reproachful look to bear, the more direct “Oh you are a big man, you wont come for apple’s concerts” and then the final woe-begone “If people dont encourage apple, what future will apple have?”
Appaala, there is the hopeful smile and the renewed threat. “Dont worry, I understand, you must have been busy. But now apple has many more concerts off season. Will send you details.”
This daddy’s secretary calling on your mobile and seeking email id and adtress is distastefull.