“What?” “You said: actors like me.” “No, I didn’t.” “Yeah, you did.” “My point is: that role should be Tracey’s.” “You just said she can’t sing. From what I’ve seen, it’s pretty much a singing role.” “She sings fine!” “Jesus, why are you shouting at me?” We sat through the second half as silent as we had been in the first but this time the silence had a new texture, chilled with the iciness of mutual contempt.
