Maestro smiled and told Joe, “Well then, maybe you and your dealers are capable of playing beautiful music.” The Maestro looked at his watch. “Joe, I have to go to rehearsal, care to join me?” Joe and Maestro walked backstage to a rehearsal hall. The musicians were waiting. “Everyone, this is our good friend Joe. He sponsored our concert earlier tonight. I’d like us to give him some music appreciation.” Maestro turned to Joe and said, “Joe, I bet you fancy yourself as a problem solver. My talented friends and I are going to test those skills — turn away and don’t watch.” Joe did and with that he heard a rustling of papers, the Maestro whispering and some soft laughter. Then, tick, tick, tick, tick… the music began. Joe was shocked — the music was…horrible. The very people who had been performing the most beautiful music he had ever heard were now making Joe sick to his stomach — it sounded like a train wreck. Mercifully, it stopped. Maestro’s voice reverberated throughout the room, “Joe, you can turn around now. What did you hear?” Joe was embarrassed. “Honestly, nothing personal, but it was wretched — it was painful. I don’t know what you did but it was terr — ” “Very well, that’s quite enough of an explanation. Now, Joe, we’ll repeat the performance but this time feel free to observe, to walk around, listen and take note.” Joe turned and grinned. “You mean it’s time for me to face the music?” 11