The stage doorman looked up over a haze of smoke. "Can I help you?"
"I'm in the show." The young man looked at the guy like he should know that.
"Sign in." A book was pushed in his direction. The pen was attached to it by a piece of string. He duly signed and made to go in. "Not so fast buddy." The doorman read the name. "Your last name, it's a joke, right? You're taking the piss."
"No, that's my name."
"You foreign?"
"No, I'm English."
"Then I feel sorry for ya." The young man looked at him quizically. "What sorta parents lumber their kid with a name like Engelbert Humperdinck?"
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