“I think I have heard that tune before. Which composer is it?” I was sitting on the bus on my way home from town. Between my legs laid a bag full of apples an milk. The earplugs in my ears were playing “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik” by Mozart, which I played at that time with my quartet. I gave the elderly woman a little, mischievous smile while my mind was racing through composer-names. “Rachmaninov, of course.” A expression showed surprise and horror of being wrong. Then she smiled carefully and a touch knowingly. “Of course. I have heard of him.” With a wide grin I plugged the earplugs back in and switched to Rachmaninovs pianoconcert number 3.
Not only Mozart