"Oh no," groaned Marvin, "This is the same muzak they play on the conference calls." He looked accusingly up at the speaker in the ceiling of the elevator.
"Oh my goodness, you're right," his coworker Carol said as she flipped her black bangs out of her eyes. "Did you know it actually has a title? Durango's Waltz or something like that."
"More like Durango's Revenge," Marvin replied.
"And I thought this was supposed to be an upscale hotel," Carol rolled her eyes.
"It's not too late to check out and find a hotel with better choice in music," Marvin joked, nodding at the carry on luggage they each had beside them.
"We only have three more floors to go. Be strong, we can make it," Carol pretended to grit her teeth and clench her fists.
Marvin laughed. "I don't know, this kind of makes me want to slit my wrist."
"Really? This is my favorite part. The corny climax," Carol began humming.
After a moment, Marvin joined in.
"Da da duuuuuuum!!!!" They sang at the top of their lungs as the doors opened.
Suddenly, they both became aware of the other two passengers on the elevator, a gray haired hotel maid and an elderly gentleman in a white suit with a bushy white beard.
"Long flight," Marvin said by way of explanation as he and Carol exited.
The doors closed. After a quiet moment, the maid said in an embarrassed tone, "I'm sorry about that Mister Durango."
"Oh, never you mind Hazel. They greatest compliment a composer can be paid is for the public to know his work by heart. Besides, that little ditty payed for my penthouse. Could you hit the top floor button for me?"
THE END copyright 2015 John Lance