The Gentleman's Accordion Club

Mel stepped out of his car and walked toward the house. He paused for a
moment to see if there were any other cars nearby, telling him he was at the
right place, but the curbs were lined with them like they would be any
other night in this neighborhood.

He knocked on the door, and a young man in a tuxedo opened it and asked

	"A gentleman?"

Mel paused, looking at what he was wearing -- jeans and a nice shirt, but he
now felt underdressed.

	"I guess...Oh!"

Mel realized that he wasn't being asked about his clothing.

	"A man who knows how to play the accordion, but doesn't."

The tuxedoed man smiled broadly and pulled the door open fully. 

	"Welcome in.  You must be Mel."

Mel smiled in return.

	"I am. Nobody else new tonight?"

	"Nope. Just you. The other guys have been here a bit already. I think
they're planning something, but I'm not sure. I'm just the doorman."

He tapped his ear and grinned somewhat cockeyedly.

	"Tone-deaf. But they're down the hall, in the den."

Mel didn't think that explained very much, but he shrugged, stepped inside
and followed the hallway back to the den. He looked inside and