Piaf, me too is greatly concerned about Piaf and Fang.
They want to pep up the scene, where Mrs. Grundy sings the dying swan aria, and you do the solo ballett part (better than Mme. Pavlova, I must say).
They want to have two tin trashcans brought on stage, flap the lids with their feet, while dancing on their heads and
singing the "trashcan rap" - to accompany your last delicate movements.
We must talk to the Danish Chef about a strict diet for those two.
