I'm going to try to write this post to make me seem as elitist as possible.
It was just another typical Saturday evening with my camarade de chambre, Ciara. Our company was desired at many events that night, but we decided to grace the National Cathedral with our presence. The performance of Mozart's Requiem was simply marvelous, and our chaises in the north transcept offered the most supreme experience. We were among the youngest in the audience, meaning, of course, that we are simply ahead of our time. As usual.