LENA

"She makes a choice," he said. His voice had returned to the register it knew. Almost entirely. "Between the life she built and the thing she actually wants. They've been the same thing for a long time. In the third act she finds out they're not."

I thought about this.

"What does she choose," I said.

He looked at me then. Not at the stage doors or the middle distance or the champagne. At me. With the expression I was always in the middle of reading. The real one. The one without management.

"Come and see," he said.

The doors opened.

We went back in.

I will not describe...