Beca and Chloe sat in the back of the Starbucks. "I'm sorry," said Chloe. "But, I've tried it and I don't see what the big deal is."
"Really?" said Beca. "It tastes so good. And it's festive."
"I guess I just like me coffee without pumpkins in it."
"Your loss." Beca opened a packet of sugar. "Hey, do you have any plans for tonight?"
"Not really," said Chloe. "I heard the Drama Department was performing an homage to Shakespeare tonight. They call it The Legacy of the Bard."
"That sounds cool," said Beca. "Which play are they doing?"
"I don't know," said Chloe. "I think it's gonna be a bunch of vignettes."
"Okay," said Beca. "Well I'm still game. You're not gonna invite Stacie are you?"
"No way in hell."
"Good."
"Have you read any Shakespeare?" said Chloe.
"Yeah," said Beca. "He's kinda required reading."
"I guess so," said Chloe.
"In High School I was part of a performance of The Merchant of Venice," said Beca.
"Really?" said Chloe. "Same here. What part did you play?"
"I played Portia."
"What a coincidence," said Chloe. "I was Bassanio."
"I thought he was a dude?"
"He was, but we decided to have all the men played by women, " said Chloe. "We also set it during World War Two, so Bassanio was a Nazi."
"Well…that seems like a bold take on the material," said Beca.
"A local newspaper called it thought-provoking," said Chloe.
"That's good," said Beca.
"Well, technically they said it was weird, but that's pretty much the same thing."
"Yeah," said Beca. "I mean, critics have all these code words they use in their reviews. You never know what they really mean."
"You know, someone filmed our performance," said Chloe. "We could watch it instead of-"
"No," said Beca. "I mean let's not watch it tonight."
"I get it." Chloe pulled out her phone and went to the Drama Department's website. "So I'll buy the tickets."
"Fine with me," said Beca.
"This thing starts at nine. So let's meet around eight thirty."
"Cool," said Beca.
"I better get going if I want to get some tickets," said Chloe. "Farewell my sweet Portia. That's from the play."
"Is it?" said Beca.
"Probably not."