Son of the Maestro should have listened to his brother/alternate personality. He knew that our old pal the Maestro would never fall for a cheap imitation of a very valuable instrument. (Everyone knows that. Even
I know that.) To prove how worthless that counterfeit violin is, the Maestro even whacks his son on the head with it, demonstrating the cheap construction that can't hold up under the stress of being beaten against a rock. The fake done away with, he demands to know where the real one is, not so much because the poor first chair violinist needs it back (because you should have seen him out there at the concert. It was so...beautiful.), but because, it is, after all, a priceless violin and the Stradivarius family just isn't making them anymore (if the Stradivarius family even still exists). Unfortunately, we may never find out just why he wants it because beating the boy is just so darn fun (and if the cops come, he can just say it was self-defense or something like that).
His curiosity getting the better of him, the Maestro finally relents and ceases his assault. (My guess is that there was nothing left of the fake violin, so he really didn't have a choice.) It is here that Son of the Maestro begins his tale of woe. Poor guy, he's only third chair, and he doesn't even seem to like playing in the orchestra considering that he calls it the fiddle section and not the strings section (unless this is some sort of Bluegrass orchestra). Better watch your tongue, Junior. There doesn't appear to be anyone in the concert hall right now except for you and your father, and well, let's just say that accidents happen (especially in this comic strip).
Ah, now it's starting to get a little clearer (even though that second panel looks more like Son of the Maestro is being chewed out by either Dagwood Bumstead or an alien in a tuxedo). Mr. Maestro, have you ever considered that maybe your boy, having been raised on the violin (and presumably banned from participating in sports, rough-housing, Boy Scouts, and other fun activities that don't concern the violin), might have been burned out on the instrument? Especially since it seems that he doesn't want to turn his back on music and performing completely, just your kind? I'd say that's a good possibility. I wonder how dear old dad will react to his son wanting to be the guitarist in a rock band (I hear they get all the chicks, though with his hair, he really should have done this during the heyday of the hair bands, but I guess he was too busy practicing the violin).
Son of the Maestro should have listened to his brother/alternate personality. He knew that our old pal the Maestro would never fall for a cheap imitation of a very valuable instrument. (Everyone knows that. Even I know that.) To prove how worthless that counterfeit violin is, the Maestro even whacks his son on the head with it, demonstrating the cheap construction that can't hold up under the stress of being beaten against a rock. The fake done away with, he demands to know where the real one is, not so much because the poor first chair violinist needs it back (because you should have seen him out there at the concert. It was so...beautiful.), but because, it is, after all, a priceless violin and the Stradivarius family just isn't making them anymore (if the Stradivarius family even still exists). Unfortunately, we may never find out just why he wants it because beating the boy is just so darn fun (and if the cops come, he can just say it was self-defense or something like that).
His curiosity getting the better of him, the Maestro finally relents and ceases his assault. (My guess is that there was nothing left of the fake violin, so he really didn't have a choice.) It is here that Son of the Maestro begins his tale of woe. Poor guy, he's only third chair, and he doesn't even seem to like playing in the orchestra considering that he calls it the fiddle section and not the strings section (unless this is some sort of Bluegrass orchestra). Better watch your tongue, Junior. There doesn't appear to be anyone in the concert hall right now except for you and your father, and well, let's just say that accidents happen (especially in this comic strip).
Ah, now it's starting to get a little clearer (even though that second panel looks more like Son of the Maestro is being chewed out by either Dagwood Bumstead or an alien in a tuxedo). Mr. Maestro, have you ever considered that maybe your boy, having been raised on the violin (and presumably banned from participating in sports, rough-housing, Boy Scouts, and other fun activities that don't concern the violin), might have been burned out on the instrument? Especially since it seems that he doesn't want to turn his back on music and performing completely, just your kind? I'd say that's a good possibility. I wonder how dear old dad will react to his son wanting to be the guitarist in a rock band (I hear they get all the chicks, though with his hair, he really should have done this during the heyday of the hair bands, but I guess he was too busy practicing the violin).
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