It was hot and humid in the rehearsal hall where a well-known orchestra was practicing for an upcoming concert.

There was a master violinist in tbe first chair and as the group was in the middle of the final runthrough for a grand exposition of powerful music, a bizarre dissonance was heard.

The conductor stopped the rehearsal.

The concertmast was heard to say softly, “Apologies, Maestro, there are flies buzzing around. One landed on my score and I played it.”