At the end of a musical about Communism in a fringe theatre, I approach the pianist to congratulate him and ask my question. He has dark floppy hair and properly kept stubble. He is wearing a velvet jacket and bowtie. He speaks with a pronunciation that is received.
'Does that fill your quota?' he asks when he has given me an answer. I tell him that it does and thank him for his help.
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