"So, the two of you are on vocal rest." Carlotta says. She sets her prop down and watches the two younger singers, Christine and Sorelli. They nod and drink tea.

"So, no talking."

They nod and Carlotta gets an idea. She takes out her phone and scrolls through songs.

"Something has changed within me, something is not the same," Carlotta looks over at the two, they remain silent. Carlotta will not be denied amusement.

"Let's go more classics. Hm. There was a time when men were kind and their voices were soft," Carlotta pauses, looks over at the two.

Christine is shaking her head, biting her lips and Sorelli calmly sips from her cup.

"Maybe this time I will be lucky, maybe this time he'll stay. Maybe this time, for the first time, love won't hurry away."

Hm. They are stronger than I thought.

Meg walks over and Carlotta keeps her. Meg smiles, being wanted is fun times for her and she is all about it.

"What's up."

"They are on vocal rest," Carlotta indicates the two women and Meg smiles an evil smile, but recovers quickly, her face becomes stoic and unreadable.

"It will be terrible if someone should cause them to break their vocal fast."

"Yes. Terrible."

"Being alive! Being alive, being alive!" Meg throws her hand out, gestures to the right, to the left, and to the right again.

"Well my friend, you got trouble."

"I can show you the world, shinning, shimmering, splendid. Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide? I can open your eyes," Meg sings, she gets into the song, and even acts out like she's on the magic carpet, she puts her arm around Carlotta, who is hesitant, but allows, though she is stiff.

"Take you wonder by wonder, over, sideways and under, on a magic carpet ride,"

Christine cannot help it

"A whole new world! A fantastic new point of view! No one tells us no, or where to go, or say we're only dreaming!"

Christine growls and she gestures rudely at Meg.

Sorelli is strong.

"Marie, the baguettes!"

Nope. Sorelli ignores all and drinks her from her cup.

"I'm gonna rouge my knees and wear my stockings down."

Nope.

"Banging on a trashcan," Meg is unsure. Sorelli shakes her head.

"Drumming on the streetlights." Sorelli throws her cup on the ground.

"A little voice is calling me, calling me!" Meg shouts at Sorelli as she storms off.

Carlotta and Meg smile. Worth it.