My brother recently got a gig accompanying some high school choirs. Or something. I don’t know the details, only that he had a rehearsal and a performance today, scheduled at close enough intervals that he wasn’t able to go home between them to catch today’s baseball game.
Julie: The game is at 3, that works out well.
Brother: Yes – I should find a sports bar.
Brother: Show back up tanked, aggressive.
Julie: Stumble in, demand a dressing room.
Brother: This is my show, damnit.
Julie: Sing loudly over the performers, choppy segue into the score of Cabaret, pull out a bottle of champagne, break it over the piano as your finale.
Brother: Piss on the piano
Julie: I AM STILL RELEVANT!
Brother: Daddy never gave me attention! Look at me now Daddy!
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