Two people at a concert, dancing. It’s almost impossible to speak and be heard over the music.
WOMAN
I FORGIVE YOU.
GUY
WHAT?
WOMAN
I’M READY TO FORGIVE YOU.
GUY
WHY?
WOMAN
I’M TIRED OF HOLDING A GRUDGE.
GUY
WHY ARE YOU FORGIVING ME?
WOMAN
I JUST TOLD YOU. (Beat.) ARE YOU GLAD?
GUY
WHAT?
(She shakes her head, “never mind.”)
GUY
WHAT ARE YOU FORGIVING ME FOR?
(She makes a face.)
GUY
IT’S BEEN SEVEN YEARS!
(She nods.)
GUY
YOU’VE BEEN MAD FOR SEVEN YEARS?
WOMAN
WHY DID YOU THINK I WASN’T TALKING TO YOU?
GUY
I THOUGHT WE LOST TOUCH.
(She shakes her head.)
GUY
WANT ANOTHER DRINK?
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