Music: Telephone Opera

Alone beside the double bed, the Parisian beauty stares in agony at the silent telephone. Why did her lover leave her? How can she live without him? At last the phone rings. She swoops it up—wrong number. Then it rings again—it is he. She answers gaily, full of chatter, only to be crushed by the news that he is about to marry. "This is the last line that still connects me to us," she sobs. But he is unmoved. After 45 shattering minutes, she hangs up, crying, "I love you, I love you, I...

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