True story here. Last year I was studying music theory, really basic stuff like staffs and clefs and Every Good Boy Does Fine (which I confuse with All Boys Taste Good or something like that).
One day, my teacher (who's a friend) and I were reviewing some stuff.
She asked me what the additional lines used to extend notes beyond the staff were called. I correctly answered, “Leger lines,” and she said, “Keith,” and I said, “Huh?”, and she said, “Keith!” and I said, “What?” and she said “KEITH!” and I said, “I’m sorry, but I don't understand,” and she said, “KEITH LEDGER!” and I said, “Oh! I get it!”
And I laughed and laughed. . . at her, not with her. This, from the woman with whom I saw “Brokeback Mountain” AND “Casanova.” Bless her heart.
