WOMAN. I love you.
MAN. I love you, too.
they sit quietly together, watching TV for a few beats
M. Yes, pookums?
W. We've been together for some time now, haven't we?
M. Sure. It's been... 2 or 3—
W. I know, five years! Isn't it great?
M. Sure is. puts his arm around her, strokes her hair casually
W. leans into him Mmmm...
a few more beats
M. still watching TV Yeeeees?
W. I've been thinking...
M. dee in headlights ...Really?
W. It's been awhile, and I think it's time.
M. Time for what, sugarcheeks?
W. I think the time is right for us...
M. increasingly uneasy Go on...
W. I think we should start...
M. beat as he looks horrified
W. sitting up to face him, she clasps his hands ...A heavy-metal band!
W. Oh, but darling, it would mean the world to me.
M. No, absolutely not.
W. But honey...
M. No, we've had this discussion. My mind is made up, and I'm putting my foot down.
W. But dearest, that's not fair!
M. Fair or not, we're not starting a heavy-metal band. You know you're not responsible enough to carry a bassline, and I don't make enough money to support an entourage.
W. With you behind the drumkit, I won't have to carry the bassline by myself. We can do it together.
M. Right, but—
W. coyly running a finger across his jaw/mouth And you know how cute I think you look when you bite your lower lip during a solo...
M. blushing Well...
W. sitting up straight on her knees next to him on the loveseat Then let's do it!
M. stammering T-t-tonight?
W. seductively Yes, let's get started on it tonight.
M. at her mercy, barely at a whisper O-o-okay.
W. very close to him by now, jumps up Great! she runs to the door, and lets in two guys with guitars
the lights go down and questionable sounds are heard