Backstage, greeting her well-wishers, Beverly sings the obligatory arioso, I Can't Imagine Being Anything But an Opera Singer, while with contrapuntal verve, the joyous chorus adds .
Thus the agonized atonality of the General's music contrasts sharply with the perfumed, quasi-Orientalism of the Emperor's, which is tinged with bells and gongs; an arioso for the .
In style, there may be a bit of Mascagni pageantry here, an arioso there that could have flown right out of Butterfly.