On the hunt for performing rights, I just called NYC.

It was thrilling.

I spoke to a lovely polite boy.

Who actually couldn't help at all.

Beyond sharing a minimal amount of information and politely suggesting I call back tomorrow.

Parsimoniously, I suggested I email back.

He (politely) gave me an email address.

I've even cleverly spelt "inquiry" with an i in the subject header.

Does that make me an International Girl Of The World?