Seems there was an orchestra, with a master Violinist in ﬁrst chair. In the midst of ﬁnal rehearsal for a grand exposition of powerful music, a bizarre dissonance was heard.
The conductor stopped the piece as he nearly fell off his podium.
The concertmaster was heard to say softly, “Apologies, Maestro – there are ﬂies here. One landed on my score and I played him.”