She was an harpist of little promise until one day in rehearsals the composer heard her gargling in the wings.
He was mesmerised by the fact that she was gargling Mahler 5.
He sat down there and then to write his masterwork: 'Composition for harp and gargle'.
She became an overnight sensation along with the composer and the piece.
She suffered from stage-fright and in order to cope with the fame, started gargling with gin during her warm up.
Soon she was gargling with vodka during performances.
Sadly the Orchesra did not provide a spittoon… She swallowed.
Her playing suffered as a result and very soon she was replaced by a more reliable musician (there were suddenly many aspiring harp garblers up for it) and soon forgotten.
She now spends her days gargling for the residents of a run down hotel and her nights drinking herself senseless whilst blaming everybody.
And her harp? She sold that long ago to pay for her booze.
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