While he sat on the edge of their bed, buttoning up his pajama shirt and double-checking checking to make sure he hadn't gotten any into the wrong loop, Seymour hadn't realized he was humming to himself until he heard Audrey's voice join in. He immediately felt self-conscious and stopped, but Audrey continued to hum until she had finished the rest of the line.

"That happens to me too." She said, smiling at him fondly as she leaned back against her pillow, reaching for the blanket to start tucking herself under it. "I always end up with the songs stuck in my head after I've watched a musical."

Of course, she hadn't gotten to see very many. She'd been able to see a few movies, but that evening had been her first time actually going to sit in a theatre with a stage and watch something with live actors. Even if anyone on Skid Row had wanted to spend their sparce amounts of free time and money to put on shows, any of her past boyfriends would have acted like it was torture if she asked them to go with her to watch anything with showtunes in it. But this time, it had actually been Seymour's idea.

Seymour's favorite way to spend time after work was whenever he and Audrey got to have a quiet evening alone at home together. But he had also found that it could be enjoyable getting to try out new things with her, not to mention that Audrey deserved the full experience of living in the nice little town they had settled in, which meant occasionally having date nights out and about somewhere. And besides, as someone who had seen even fewer musicals than Audrey, he was curious to see what it would be like. He had always liked that reading a good book could make him forget any problems in his own life for a while, and he figured this was just a different way of trying to give people that same experience.

As he went to join Audrey under the comforter, he found the same song running through his head again, and this time he absent-mindedly added in a few of the words.

"I have often walked down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before… all at once am I several stories high…"

"Was that one your favorite?" Audrey asked.

He nodded. "It made me think of the day we first met, and then we realized we were neighbors. I thought the street seemed a lot better all of a sudden."

As Seymour set his glasses aside on the nightstand, Audrey reached to turn out the lamp, then moved closer until she was tucked against his side.

"If I had been Eliza, and you had liked me enough to come calling, I would've married you in a heartbeat."

"I would've fallen for you just as much as Freddy did."

The room settled into silence, but though she tried to close her eyes and drift off, Audrey found herself staring at the ceiling instead. A certain idea had started running through her head while they were driving home. She told herself it was nothing urgent, and she didn't need to bring it up until morning. Or even later. If she ever brought it up at all. But the longer she laid there feeling restless, the more she knew it was going to be difficult to get any rest if she was still mulling it over by herself.

Unless he had been through a particularly exhausting day, Seymour usually didn't fall asleep quickly, so she figured she had at least a little time to work up the nerve to mention her thoughts out loud. It might be a silly thing to worry about, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about all of the I Love Lucy reruns they had been watching, and how Ricky always insisted he wanted his wife to stay at home and forget about trying to being in a show. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself it was only television, and Seymour wasn't the same person as any of the characters in her sitcom.

"Seymour?" She heard a small noise that confirmed he was still awake, and she continued, "I was just thinking… you know I didn't have a great time with… you know, 'performing.' But what we saw tonight was so different, and it seems like it could be a great way to make some betta' memories, so I just thought… next time they're doing anotha' show, I might like to audition."

Squinting to watch his face in the dark, she felt a wave of relief when she saw him smile.

"You should, you'd be really good at it."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course I do." He said earnestly. "If you think you'd like it, you should definitely give it a try."

"Would you do it with me?"

Seymour tensed, and a hesitant pause filled the room. With how long it took him to figure out how to answer, she could already tell he wasn't keen on the idea.

"I-I don't know." He finally replied. "I really never liked having a lot of attention, and after everything that happened…"

He didn't even know where to begin with all the things springing to mind. Even aside from all of the problems caring for the plant (which had been quite a few problems), those weeks had been an absolute nightmare of suffering through all of the media attention. Mr. Mushnik had insisted he would get used to it eventually, but Seymour was sure it had just made things worse every time he had to talk to a news crew and spent the whole time stumbling over his words, never knowing the right things to say, and being sure he was going to make an absolute fool of himself in front of anyone who happened to be watching. And now that they'd moved so far away that people here had barely even heard of the Audrey II, he was very happy with the thought of never being watched by a whole crowd of people ever again.

But would Audrey back out of the idea if he didn't agree to try it with her? She had sounded nervous too, but he could tell she was also excited, and he didn't want to ruin it for her. Or would it just ruin things even more if he did give it a shot and wound up as a nervous wreck? He wished he could have the same courage as her, and decide this was something he could face head on. But all he felt was a deep pit of dread in his stomach, much like the all-too-familiar sensation he got before the interviews and photoshoots that had started to blur into sleepless weeks of stress and anxiety.

Recognizing the signs of his thoughts starting to spiral, Audrey pulled him closer and ran a soothing hand through his hair.

"It's okay, you don't have to feel the same way I do about it." She assured him. "It's just something to do for fun. You shouldn't do it if it wouldn't be fun for you."

His breathing soon evened out again as Audrey's voice pulled him back out of the past. He decided it was pretty clear he wasn't cut out for being onstage, but he still didn't want that to stand in Audrey's way.

"You should still audition, though. You really would be great at it."

It was nice to have someone believe in her. Even if she didn't have any real experience with this sort of thing, it made her think there was at least a chance she could really do it. After taking just a little longer to mull it over, she nodded.

"I think I will."