Wanton?!
BROCK:
Forget it. I shouldn’t have brought it up.
SEWANEE:
BROCK:
Are you . . . laughing at me?
SEWANEE:
Wantonly.
Hey, uhhhhh, heads up: In one of my sections it says, “I’d never heard my own voice sound like that, I didn’t sound like myself. Or maybe I sounded exactly like myself. My true self.” So maybe if you could, like, IDK, do something worthy of that response . . .
BROCK:
you already knew all this.
SEWANEE:
But rest assured I thoroughly enjoyed you trying to talk about it.
BROCK:
It wasn’t easy.
SEWANEE:
I could hear your voice change.
BROCK:
?
Twenty-eight minutes later, as Sewanee was standing in a towel in her bathroom, combing out her hair, her phone dinged.
BROCK:
It’s a good line, isn’t it? I want to change your voice.
SEWANEE:
It is.
BROCK:
It is.
SEWANEE:
June knew what she was doing.
BROCK:
I would vaporize if a woman said that to me.
SEWANEE:
I would vaporize if a man achieved it.
She watched the bubbles appear. Watched them stop.
Start again.
Stop.
Start.
Stop.
Start.
Stop.
*
February 28
SEWANEE:
Question. Any interest in doing something other than Romance? A friend is casting a Clancy-esque book and needs an alpha assassin sound.
BROCK:
It’s gratifying to know I sound that masculine to you.
SEWANEE:
Sounds can be deceiving?
BROCK:
Let’s just say the voice is the only thing I have going for me in that department.
SEWANEE:
Don’t forget you’re a musician. Lots of women dig that.
BROCK:
Not you tho?
SEWANEE:
I live in LA. Every guy is a musician.
BROCK:
Anyone ever written a song about you?
SEWANEE:
mmm . . .
I don’t think so?
BROCK:
You wouldn’t remember?
SEWANEE:
I’ve listened to a lot of bad boyfriends’ bad songs. I just don’t think any of them were written about me. At least I hope they weren’t.
BROCK:
Fair.
SEWANEE:
So should I put your hat in the ring?
BROCK:
I appreciate it, really, but honestly? Even the thought of it . . .
it makes me tired.
you want to know how unsuited I actually am to this job?
SEWANEE:
PLEASE
BROCK:
Here it is:
I’m not a reader.
I don’t like reading!
There! I said it!
SEWANEE:
The first step is admitting you have a problem.
BROCK:
I feel so much better!
Freeeeeeedom!
I want to dance! I want to sing!
SEWANEE:
lol
BROCK:
I want to grab you up and kiss you!
Got carried away.
Sorry.
SEWANEE:
Don’t be.
BROCK:
ok.
（I wasn’t anyway）
From: Jason Ruiz
To: Brock McNight; Westholme, Sarah
Date: March 1, 4:56 PM
Subject: Casanova, LLC payment
Hi,
Just made the first deposit, let me know if you don’t see it hit your accounts in the next few days. Receipt attached.?
JR
From: Brock McNight
To: Jason Ruiz; Westholme, Sarah
Date: March 1, 4:58 PM
Subject: RE: Casanova, LLC payment
HOLY SHIT!!
From: Westholme, Sarah
To: Brock McNight; Jason Ruiz
Date: March 1, 4:58 PM
Subject: RE: Casanova, LLC payment
HOLY SHIT!!
BROCK:
did we send that email at the same time?
SEWANEE:
did we reply at the same time again?
BROCK:
lol
SEWANEE:
LOL
BROCK:
STOP IT
SEWANEE:
omg stop
k you go, I’ll wait.
BROCK:
I REPEAT: HOLY SHIT
SEWANEE:
SERIOUSLY. Congrats!
BROCK:
You too! See, now I care! Now I feel like the trophy wife!
SEWANEE:
I wish we could go celebrate.
BROCK:
I wish we could go celebrate.
SEWANEE:
AGAIN?!
BROCK:
AGAIN?!
SEWANEE:
This is ridiculous!
BROCK:
This is ridiculous!
SEWANEE:
LOL!
BROCK:
LOL!
SEWANEE:
Four score and seven years ago
BROCK:
You got out! Well done.
SEWANEE:
Thank you.
Now go buy yourself something pretty.
BROCK:
Will do, Daddy.
Ew.
SEWANEE:
Ew.
SEWANEE WAS STANDING over her kitchen sink, eating a salad, running lines–for her upcoming audition–in her head, Golf Channel on in the background, when her phone vibrated.