(Come un papero innamorato)
Since the day grandpa moved to Music House, a retirement home for penniless musicians, Renata’s Tuesdays have been anything but restful. Grandpa has fallen for a soprano with a thousand wigs, the double bass player runs away to feast on veal shanks at a restaurant nearby, a stray cat is trying its hardest to get adopted, and then there is that skinny boy who wanders the house disguised as Batman, claiming he does not understand music in the slightest… Meanwhile, Renata has a mission to accomplish: she must find an instrument to play so that she, too, can become a musician like everyone else in the family.
But how to choose between the piccolo and the tuba, the synthersizer and the drums, the bassoon and the harp, the cello and the ukulele?
What if the solution was meringues, or maybe words?
What if the solution were not to choose at all?