[A slow dance, somewhere. JEREMY and LILY are together, JEREMY is struggling.]
-You’re counting wrong
-How?
-It’s ¾
-No it isn’t
-You don’t even know what that means
-Do you want to lead?
-No, I like it when you do it
-Are you going to dance with Graeme?
-Would that be ok?
-Yeah
-Are you sure?
-Of course
-Spin!
-What?
-Spin me!
-Bring it back in.
-What?
-Jeremy!
[LILY pulls away.]
-Sorry
-It’s fine
-Got two left feet
-It’s like dancing with a tractor
-Hey!
-I’m going to the buffet. [Across the room] Graeme, she’s all yours
-I’m not a piece of meat that you can chuck around
-Do you not want to dance with Graeme?
-Go get yourself a sausage roll
[GRAEME takes LILY by the sides. They dance elegantly.]
-Have you told him?
-No
-Do you not want it?
-I haven’t decided
-I want to make sure it’s the right decision
-Either way
-I know. Thanks
-It’s like ripping a plaster off. Just do it quickly
-But the wound – it hurts
-It’s better if it’s out in the open
-But I don’t know what I want
-Who actually knows? You don’t know if it’s right until you’re there
-I don’t want to act on impulse. It’s a baby
-Ok
-He loves you
-I don’t know if I can do it
-It’s cause of his dancing?
-No, Graeme
-There’s more? He can’t cook either?
-Please spin me
[GRAEME and LILY spin and the music ends. They clap the band.
[JEREMY enters with a sausage roll. He has crumbs done his front.]
-Oh dear.
-Rip the bandage off.
ENDS
PHILIPPA MANNION 