Is it Lucifer approved?

DH and I were at a local salad buffet restaurant the other night, and a largish family sat down in the next booth.  One of the androgynous toddlers was droning, "..round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round …" scarcely pausing to breath, surely not pausing to eat, from the time they sat down until we got up and left. My compassionate, rational self realized that it may have been  autism or some similar problem and sent a world of blessings to the parents..  But another part of me thought, "My friend with perfect pitch would run screaming form the building.  This would be hell for her!"

And I began to dwell on what would be hell for other musicians.  Salieri and Jimmy Hendrix doing duets for a heavy metal audience.  Janis Joplin singing really liberal folksongs for a redneck roadhouse  where they throw bottles at the performers. Oh, and for the bad audiences, Woodstock with more rain, more bad acid, no food, no toilets, and yellow jacket nests all over the field.  And all the naked chicks are in their fifties.

Then I began to branch into other areas of celebrity.  Mary Lou Retton has to judge Arnold Swartzenager on the uneven parallel bars.  Naked.   Peter O'Toole has to play the lord of a faux-haunted Irish castle, (oh, wait, I think that's already happened.)  OK, Clint Eastwood stars in a musical - (- Hmm, that's already happened, too.)

Well, what can  you come up with?