I own some things, but none of the things you know.
"Carlotta thinks her dressing room is haunted," Christine says she puts on her costume.
"Really?" Meg says, she starts her makeup.
"Says that sticks are being thrown at her."
"Sticks?"
"Who hides in someone's dressing room and throws things at them?"
"I mean, you've met her."
"It's an odd thing to do."
"There are worse things than having sticks launch at you by mad physics."
"If she doesn't perform, I have to, and I don't want to." Christine pouts.
"Why?
"Don't you ever come into work and just don't want to? I mean, she is the lead, let me the salad tonight, I do not want to be the fancy steak. "
"Salads are good, the other day I went out and they gave me this shrimp salad. It was so adorable, Christine, they were like so tiny and I couldn't even. My date ended up leaving, said I was petting my food. I wasn't petting, I was appreciating its sacrifice."
Christine smiles.
"I sing to my food."
"Turkey, lettuce, bacon, cheese, gonna have a threesome with me!"
"That would be a foursome right? If you included yourself."
"Turkey, lettuce, bacon, cheese, gonna have a foursesome with thee! Never gonna regret it, never gonna regret it!"
"Yes. I get kicked out of cafes, I sing too loud."
"Okay, do you beat box it? I do that sometimes."
Christine nods.
Reyer comes into the dressing room, his hands cover his eyes
"Christine, Carlotta is refusing to perform, you're taking her place."
Christine falls to the floor and lays down.
"I can't wait to dieeeeeeeeeee." She shakes hands and legs.
"You are welcome die after tonight's performance." He leaves, holding his arm out while he walks away blind.
"He knows we have a unisex dressing room, right?"
Christine shrugs.
"I don't wanna."
"You've got to."
Meg pulls at her arms, Christine refuses to get up.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Think of all the fun we're going to have!"
"No! I don't want to! I didn't rest my voice, I had ice cream, coffee, so much coffee, and I smoked! I smoke now. So, I cannot possibly."
"If you perform, I'll change up my ballet and do the Alexis Rose dance."
"You'd purposely screw up the ballet for me?"
"Who watches the ballet? That' s when people go to the bathroom."
"Okay, fine, but you have to do it all."
"Deal, now let's go, Kobe beef, salad is off the menu."