After twenty seconds the girl re-enters the room and turns on the light. She looks back and calls through the door.)
Girl: I’ll just have a word with Roger about it. See how he feels.
(There are noises off. She turns and faces the man.)
Girl: There was an extremely good crowd in tonight.
Man: Almost a sell-out.
Girl: That’s not bad for a Thursday.
Man: If it had been better advertised there would have been a full-house. (laughs.)
(They walk to each other and embrace passionately.)
Girl: You were really good tonight. You even convinced me that you were an aging rocker.
Man: I feel I am growing into the part. You were pretty good yourself.
Girl: I forgot the words a few times and had to improvise. I don’t think anybody noticed.
Man: I did but I don’t think it made any difference. It was close enough to the original.
(Man takes off his wig and reveals his natural hair.)
Man: It feels good to take that off. It makes my scalp itch. The talcum powder doesn’t help very much.
(They kiss again.)
Girl: You look dishier without it. I don’t really fancy you much when you’re wearing the wig. You’re sexier without it.
Man: Who could possible fancy a man with long, grey, straggly hair? It’s beyond me.
Girl: Oh. I forgot. Peter wants to know if we want to go out for a meal and a few drinks.
Man: I don’t know. I’m feeling a bit tired.
Girl: We won’t stay late. He wants to talk to me about another play he’s directing in the West End. He thinks there’s a role that I am totally suited for. It’s a lead. Peter thinks it’s going to be a hit and will probably transfer to New York at some time. It’s a big opportunity for me.
Man: Is there anything in it for me?
Girl: He didn’t mention you but he could probably find you something. It won’t be a leading role but it’ll be work.
Man: I don’t think I want to go back to supporting parts unless it’s Shakespeare. For the privilege of speaking the Bard’s words I would take any role with pride. Even a non-speaking role.
Girl: You really come from the old-school of acting. I prefer the modern things, written by people who are still living. So? Are we going with Peter? Wendy will be there. Maybe John will come.
Man: I don’t fancy a crowd of people tonight.
Girl: It’s not a crowd. There will only be four or five of us. Peter knows a good restaurant just a few minutes from the theatre. They do wonderful scallops.
Man: I’m not really hungry right now. I need to relax for a while before I eat.
Girl: So just come for a couple drinks.
Man: I told you. I’m feeling a bit tired tonight. If today was Saturday and Sunday was a day off then I’d be more than ready but tomorrow we’ve got two shows. You haven’t forgotten the Friday matinee, have you?
Girl: No. It doesn’t have to be a late night. Just a quick meal and a couple of drinks, that’s all.
Man: With Peter it’s never just a couple drinks and he suffers with insomnia so he doesn’t care what time he goes to bed. He told me he only sleeps three hours a night. Not me. I need my eight hours or I can’t function properly during the day.
Girl: So? What do you want to do?
Man: I thought we could pick up a takeaway and then go back to our room. There’s a good bottle of Bourgogne in my suitcase. Maybe there’s something on the television. I’d like to relax with a good film. Preferably something in black and white.
Girl: I don’t know what you see in those old films. I think they’re boring.
Man: Some of the best films ever were made in black and white.
Girl: Sorry. I grew up with colour. I’ve never known anything else.
Man: You don’t know what you’re missing.
Girl: So? Do I tell Peter we’re coming?
Man: No. Not tonight. Why don’t you go and you can join me back at the hotel when you’ve finished. I’ll warm your side of the bed.
Girl: I’m not going without you.
Man: Why ever not? Peter wants to talk with you, not me. I think he fancies you.
Girl: Don’t be silly.
Man: I’m not being silly. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He leers.
Girl: He leers? What on earth are you talking about? We have a professional relationship. He’s the director...I’m an actress. That’s all. He doesn’t fancy me. He knows I’m with you.
Man: I know what men are like. He’s no different. You’re young, beautiful and sexy. All men fancy you.
Girl: Well, he doesn’t. I would have noticed.
Man: Go if you want to but I’m going back to the hotel and put my feet up. You have a key to the room, haven’t you?
Girl: Yes, but I’m not going without you.
Man: Go! We’re not joined at the hip. Go out and have a good time. I’m not going.
Girl: You never want to go anywhere.
Man: That’s not true.
Girl: It is. All you ever want to do is go back to your room and sit around doing nothing until it’s time for bed.
Man: I said we could get a takeaway and watch the television. There’s bound to be something we want to see.
Girl: I’d rather go out for a decent meal.
Man: I told you to go if that’s what you really want to do.
Girl: And I said that I’m not going without you.
Man: I would rather you went or else I’m not going to hear the end of it. You’ll remind me all the time of how I never want to go anywhere and you’ll tell me how boring I am.
Girl: I’ve never said that you were boring.
Man: But you’ve insinuated it. You didn’t have to tell me.
Girl: You’re not boring. I find you incredibly interesting. You’ve done so much and been to so many places but tonight all I’m asking is that you’ll come out for a drink. That’s all.
Man: Sorry. I’m going to have to say no.
Girl: Alright then. I’ll go by myself. I really want to talk to Peter about that part. When this run is over I’ll be unemployed, or ‘resting’, as you put it and I need to line something up. I can’t afford not to work.
Man: Me neither but tonight I want to forget about work and just relax.
Girl: OK. You do that. Do you want me to bring you anything back?
Man: No. I’ll pick up a takeaway.
Girl: So I’ll go then. Are you sure you don’t want to come?
Man: I’m sure. You go and have a good time with Peter and I’ll see you when you get back.
Girl: You’re not jealous, are you? You sound like you are.
Man: Jealous of Peter? Of course not. He’s not your type.
Girl: Type? What is my type?
Man: Someone like me, I hope.
Girl: Yes. You’re my type.
Man: I’ll come and say goodnight to the others.
Girl: I’ll try not to be too late. I hope you’re still awake when I get back.
(She embraces him passionately and then they walk out the door and turn the light out. The stage is in darkness.)