He looks away from me, covering his mouth.“What are you laughing at.”He looks down, but waves his hand at me. “You—your—”I refuse to look down at myself. “My what, Snow?”“Your hair.”I refuse to touch my hair.“You look like that guy, with the wig—” He mimes playing the piano. “Duh, duh, duh, duhhh.”“Beethoven?”“I don’t know his name. With the big wig. There was a film about him.”“Mozart. You’re saying I look like Mozart.”“You’ve got to look, Baz, it’s a scream.
-Wayward Son
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