The Pop Singer

For those whose faces are turned toward the past, the years have rolled by unheeded with their lives unchanged. The elder Mr. Velvet-Melodavich is instructing a young student in the traditional cantorial art. Meanwhile, his wife received a letter addressed to her by her daughter.

Mamma . . .

I have gotten along perfectly! I am making B250,000 per week. My big chance was given to me by one of the most wonderful folks I could've ever wanted to meet, Vanilla Mocha and two of her lovely friends, Thunderbolt Sentinel and Galaxy Nebula.

Write me at Grand Castle theater in Canterlot.

Last time you forgot and addressed me as Reddo Velvet-Melodavich. Red Velvet-Melody is my name now.

Signed, your loving daughter,

Red

Mama tells the house guest Moishe, "Read me again what she says about the boys." Moishe read "two of her lovely friends, Thunderbolt Sentinel and Galaxy Nebula." Moishe, perturbed looking, told Mrs. Velvet-Melodavich, "Maybe she's fallen in love with TWO shiksas. Maybe not - - you know Josephine Garrolsky on the theater bill is Josie Gray."

It was right after he said that that the cantor dismissed the student, who then told Mrs. Velvet-Melodavich, "You've got an angry Cantor today."

Mrs. Velvet-Melodavich said, "Now we got a letter today from our daughter Red, would you like to read it." Mr. Velvet-Melodavich, irate, looks up at the Mrs. and says, "I told you you should never open her letters. WE HAVE NO DAUGHTER!"