She's on third.

Out of how many?

[Emma] Six.

[machine beeps] Well, let's ignore it, don't even mention it's a thing-- No, it's fine.

She's pleased.

-No, she's-- -Show me.

She's really pleased.

-[phone ringing] -Oh, it's her.

[clattering] Hey, Jess.

We're on our way.

-Well third is actually perfect.

-You at the venue?

[Ian] It's not first, is it?

[Emma] She hasn't gone on first in months.

-[Ian] No, I know.

-[train approaching] [Emma] Hey, Jess.

We're on our way.

[train screeching] [indistinct chatter] [woman over PA] If you see something that doesn't look right, speak to staff or text Police, 61016.

We'll sort it.

See it, say it... -[car honks] -[bass thumping] It's stopped raining.

It hasn't.

Feel it.

I don't need to feel it.

Just stick your hand out and feel it.

[laughter] [audience cheer, applaud] [Jessica] Hi, I'm Jumble Jess, #jumblejesssinger.

This first little song is called "To Die For".

[Adam] Whoo!

-Thanks.

-[scattered laughter] -[Adam] Whoo-hoo!

-[feedback whines] [Jessica singing] ♪ I thought ♪ ♪ You were someone to live for ♪ ♪ And I found out ♪ ♪ You were someone to die for ♪ ♪ You set me free ♪ ♪ You set me free ♪ ♪ You set me free ♪ [audience cheer, applaud] Brilliant.

I'd just like to start with a bit of an earworm.

[laughter] Thanks for coming.

[Emma] Well done.

That was amazing.

Yeah, well done.

Well done.

-[Emma] Are you pleased?

-Er... Yeah, it was all right, I think?

-It was great.

-Yeah, and you were on third.

Well, it's where I should be really at this stage.

-No, I know, yeah.

-[man] Well done.

-[Jessica] Thanks.

-That was really cool.

-[Jessica] Thank you.

-[man] No.

Honestly, it's really cool seeing someone, like, just... yeah.

-Sorry.

I'm interrupting, no.

-[Jessica] Oh, no don't be.

-Just have a good one, yeah?

-Yeah, and you.

Yeah.

-Can I get you a drink?

-Did you notice the new songs?

-Yes!

-Oh, yeah.

There's such a lovely mix now.

There always was.

[woman] That was really deep.

[Jessica] Thanks.

[laughs] There's just a quality to her.

A lot of these girls are there to show off... Well, you saw the fucking headliner.

Yeah.

But it comes from a really deep place with her.

She doesn't need all that.

God, no.

She's best when she's natural.

First thing in the morning.

Oh, she's beautiful first thing in the morning.

[motorbike engine roaring] -No, it was good.

-[cars honking] Okay.

[chuckles] But...

It wasn't the greatest gig I ever saw.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

Do you want me to lie to you?

If you can't stand a bit of honesty, you're in the wrong business.

No, I want your feedback.

I need someone to tell me the truth.

[Ian] It's interesting, her lyrics.

[Emma] Fucking idiot.

[Ian] No, it's interesting how young people talk about love.

They...

They always talk about -the heat of it, don't they?

-[Emma chuckles] [Ian] The passion, the excitement, the... [inhales] ...the life and death, the all or nothing.

Whereas, if I wrote a song about you-- -[Emma] Yeah, please don't.

-[Ian laughs] Yeah.

No.

[chuckles] When you've been together as long as we have... it's... Yeah.

It's... [chuckles] -Twenty-seven years on Thursday.

-Oh, don't.

[chuckles] And everything that's happened, eh?

The good times and... the bad times.

The times you've picked me up off the floor.

[sighs] I guess you couldn't fit all that in a song-- Are you still talking?

Just shut your mouth and come here.

["Partita for 8 Singers: No.1.

Allemande" plays] -♪ To the side and around ♪ -♪ Through the middle and ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ -♪ Turn around ♪ -♪ And around, and around ♪ ♪ And around and around ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ -♪ Two, three, four ♪ -♪ And across ♪ -♪ Six, seven, eight ♪ -♪ Through the midpoint ♪ -♪ Two, three, four ♪ [overlapping vocals] [singers vocalising] [song fades] -[crashes] -[tires screeches] [Helen screaming] [car horn honking] What the fuck?

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my God.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Are you actually fucking kidding me?

I'm so, so sorry.

-[Helen] Oh, no, no.

-I understand your anger.

Morning, Helen.

Morning.

[door squeaks] [phone rings] [knocking on door] Thank you.

Hello, take a seat.

Thank you.

Just, wherever.

Right.

Ian?

Yes, that's right.

[clears throat] [papers rustling] As you can see from my CV, I have... decades of experience in this role and similar often in much more senior roles...

But after a period outside of the workforce, I'm really hungry for a new challenge.

-Thank you.

-[woman] Naomi?

-Sorry, sir.

Thank you.

-Sorry.

Of course.

[Helen] Yeah!

Hello, take a seat.

[phone ringing] [elevator dings] Hiya.

You going down?

-[man] We're going up.

-Right.

[Ian] Hey.

[Nigel] Thank you.

Have a lovely day.

-Thank you.

Have a lovely day.

-[woman] Thank you.

Just so you know, the mirrors in that lift were filthy.

Someone's had their fingers all over it.

[chuckles] You might wanna get in there and get a-- Well, that comes within the purview of the cleaning contractors.

[laughs] What you're telling me, you can't get-- It comes within the purview of the cleaning contractors.

Well... it's disgusting.

I'll pass that on.

Are you comfortable sending people into a lift like that?

I'm neither comfortable nor uncomfortable.

All right, bye.

Bye now.

[phone ringing] [Emma] Big news at work this morning.

Jamie needs me to join him at the Legal Providers conference.

It's actually-- It's a pretty major law event.

[gate squeaks] Yeah, the two of us would have to stay the night, but Jamie'll put it through the business.

He just-- He really needs me there.

So, yeah.

No denying it, Dad.

It's a massive step up for me.

[laughs] -Seatbelt.

-[Gerry] I'm fine.

Put it on, Dad.

-Click it in.

-[Gerry] I'm fine.

Dad!

Click it in.

[phone rings] -Sorry, mate.

-Ah, all good.

So yeah, and the funny thing is, it's just me Jamie's asked to the conference.

No one else.

What a morning!

So, no, this conference is big news for me actually.

It's a big step forward for Jamie and the business.

-[Gerry] Oh!

-[woman] Sorry.

[Gerry] After you.

[Emma] Dad.

-[Gerry] And how are the kids?

-[Alan] They're good, thanks.

They got GCSEs coming up.

Have you met my daughter?

Emma?

[Alan] No, I haven't.

Hiya.

Nice to meet ya.

-And you.

-[Gerry chuckles] Yeah, so, they got their GCEs?

[Alan] Er... Well, Tilly has.

and then Mabel's starting hers next year.

Oh, you've got girls!

How lovely!

[phone ringing] [keys jangling] -Hi.

-Hi.

How was the interview?

Yeah.

Yeah, fine.

[Emma] Oh, good.

[Ian] Yeah.

[pot bubbling] -That's great.

-[Ian] Yeah.

Oh, you must be really pleased.

How was your day?

Good, actually.

Yeah, really good.

[Ian] Ah, great.

I just-- I'll get changed, 'cause I'm... That's great about the interview.

So, what happened?

You got there early, found it okay?

Oh, it was all just-- Yeah, it was fine.

[Emma] And they liked you?

Well, not liked you, but... [Ian] She kept looking at her phone.

-[Emma] Oh... -[Ian] Mm-hmm.

[Emma] Fuck off.

[Ian] Yeah.

[Emma] Shut the fuck up.

You're kidding me?

What, she was just looking at it?

Fuck.

Oh, my God.

What a bitch.

[Ian laughs] Seriously.

Who does that?

Well, you weren't sure about them, anyway.

Their website was all boxy.

[chuckles] Ah, should've seen the state of the lifts.

Were they bad?

Someone had smeared ketchup or something -all over the walls.

-[Emma laughs] No.

Yeah.

I complained but...

I don't think they'll do anything about it.

What was your good news?

No, it was nothing really, yeah.

Just some good meetings at work.

[sighs] Nothing to report.

-"Nothing to report".

-[laughing] [Emma] Yeah.

You never say, "Nothing to report".

[Emma laughs] [cutlery clattering] [heavy equipment whirring] You're scum, mate.

-You're Tory scum.

-Thank you very much.

Don't speak to me.

You're scum.

Why did you speak to me?

Why do you even feel like you have the right to speak to me?

You're a horrible person!

You are horrible and your fucking Nazi little chums are horrible.

I'd spit on you but you don't even deserve my spit, thank you very much.

And there are people starving to death on the streets, mate, and you stand there and the police, and your tie, and your silly body.

You're not going hungry, you fat fuck!

[shop bell chiming] What do you think about marriage?

That's a crazy question.

Why crazy?

I dunno.

Why crazy?

It's just mad, isn't it?

Marriage.

What, so you wanna be free and single?

You wanna sleep around?

All right.

-Well, that's not-- -No, it's fine if you do.

That's who you are.

No.

Okay.

Whatever.

I'll answer you.

[scoffs] Here we go.

[soft music plays over radio] I think marriage is old fashioned.

It's like a relic from an age where there were boundaries.

Whereas now people can be whoever they decide they are.

And you look at like a father at a wedding.

It's gross.

One man literally hands over control of a woman to another man.

It's a whole institution designed to make a woman be with the same man forever and ever.

[Adam] I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-I just wanna clear my head.

-Come back inside.

Come on.

This is mad.

You're crazy.

There's nothing wrong.

Stop.

Stop, stop, stop.

Stop.

[sighs] I haven't got my phone.

-Why are you punishing me?

-You shouted at me!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

I say one negative thing.

You're mad.

Come back inside.

I'll finish the dinner.

We're having a nice evening.

Don't ruin it.

You're being such a baby.

I don't know why you have this need to punish me.

[Emma] I haven't moved the tweezers!

Where have you hidden them?

Why do you need tweezers?

[Ian] You have sole access to four sets of tweezers.

[Emma laughs] -[phone rings] -Oh, it's my dad... Pairs.

You must have cupboards full of ‘em.

[Emma] Oh, God, now Jessica's calling!

[Ian] Oh, is she?

[indistinct chatter in distance] Have you tried turning it off and on, Dad?

Has he tried sticking his head in the oven, see if that gets it going?

[Emma laughs] Oh, sorry.

-Wow, that's-- -[Emma laughs] I'm sorry.

-[both laughing] -[phone chimes] Dad!

Have you tried turning the oven off and on?

[Ian] Oi!

-[phone beeps] -[man] Fuck!

Fuck.

[clock ticking] [man] Get out the car.

Get out the fucking car.

-Get out the fucking car... -[woman] I own the car!

[Ian sighs sharply] [Emma] There's nothing wrong with his oven.

[Ian] You're right.

[Emma] It's mind games.

[Ian] I agree.

You're right.

[Emma] His oven?

I mean, seriously?

So, why don't you let me go round there-- If you offer to go round there one more time, I'm sorry, I know you're being kind, but I will go absolutely fucking apeshit.

[Ian laughs] -Don't laugh.

-[Ian] Sorry.

I'll do whatever you want.

Yeah, but it's not about what I want.

I wanna go to dinner with my husband on my anniversary.

I wanna have this one night where we don't think about money.

-[pop music plays over radio ] -I wanna be able to live my life -without swallowing... -[music stops] ...everyone's fucking shit!

[Ian crunching] [car engine rumbling] [keys jingling] [Emma] Dad?

Only me.

[Gerry] Any good?

Er, yeah.

Maybe.

Well, chuck it if you don't want it.

Oh, no.

I'll have a look.

Thanks.

-I think it's clothes, is it?

-Yeah.

Well, do what you want with it.

Yeah, no.

That's lovely.

Thanks.

Where's Paul?

[Gerry] He's busy.

Okay.

When was the last time you used it?

This morning.

Why are you dressed up?

You know why.

What is it?

A work thing?

It's our wedding anniversary, Dad.

Must be the fuse?

I didn't know it was your anniversary.

[fridge beeping] I didn't know it was your anniversary.

[Emma] Okay.

How many years?

[Emma] Twenty-seven.

You did well to get through a week with him.

We were all ready for you to come running back.

[plastic bag rustling] What kind of restaurant?

[Emma] Turkish.

Meat?

Rice?

Spicy?

[Emma] It doesn't have to be.

Make one for yourself.

[Emma] I'm going out for dinner.

There's crumpets.

-Have a crumpet if you-- -[Emma] I'm all right.

D'you get crumpets at home?

[Emma] Not really.

I toast them.

You don't want to go to dinner with Ian.

And what have you got to talk about?

[Emma] There's always something.

Cut them.

Or all the bloody tomatoes will fall out.

This conference then, um... We didn't get to talk about it properly the other day.

You'll have to tell me all about it.

[Emma] Mm.

Do you get your own room?

Ah, that Jamie obviously thinks a lot of you.

Ian will be jealous.

[laughs] Why don't you stay and tell me all about the conference?

[Emma] Ian's waiting.

There's a bottle of white wine in the cupboard.

[beer can crumpling] What are you gonna do then?

I'm meant to be going out for dinner.

Mm-hmm.

[Ian sighs] [keys jangling] [door opens] [clears throat] -Sit down, go on.

-[Emma] No, I'm good.

No, go on.

Sit down.

I'll do you a bit of everything.

[Emma] I'll do the drinks.

[Ian] Ah, no, no.

Go on.

-Go on, sit down.

-[Emma chuckles] [laughing] [crunching] [indistinct chatter over TV] [Ian] Sorry.

[Emma] Thanks for tonight.

-[Ian] It's my job.

-[Emma chuckle softly] I like these pyjamas.

[both laughing] [Emma] Wow, thanks.

That's... [Ian] I do.

I love them.

[both laughing] [Emma] I'm really touched.

Thanks.

You make me feel so sexy.

[Ian] Mm.

They're sexy pyjamas.

[Emma laughs] Just let me put the dishwasher on.

[both laughing] -[Ian] God!

-[Emma] Oh!

-The romance, eh?

-[Emma] Wow!

[Ian] Twenty-seven years, we ain't changed a bit.

You seem a bit more positive.

[Ian] Yeah.

I'm seeing Jamie tomorrow about me mum's probate.

I might even get through the meeting without turning it into a massive crisis.

I thought that was just a phone call?

What was that?

[Jamie] Where d'you think you're going?

[laughs] [Jamie] I'm joking you.

No, I know.

[laughs] [car lock beeps] I just thought I'd eat out today.

Ah, I'll join you.

Wearing that again?

Yes.

Well, I had noodles yesterday, so salad?

Yep.

Anything.

Yeah, you good for salad?

Absolutely.

Yes.

Anything at all.

Well, let's go for salad then.

Yep.

We can sit on the, er, on the wall.

-[Emma] Yeah.

That's okay.

-[Jamie] Yeah?

[car horns honking] [doorbell buzzes] [Claire] He llo, MacKinley and MacKinley.

Hello it's, er, Ian, er, to see Jamie.

[door buzzes] [Ian clears throat] Avocado?

Yeah.

Slap it on, mate.

It's an extra three pounds.

Yeah, yeah.

Just slap it on.

Any avocado for you?

-Three pounds?

-Yeah.

Um... Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

I'll have some avocado.

Yeah.

Why not?

[Jamie] Yeah, I don't know why he got to the airport so early.

Yeah, he was the only one there.

Standing there with his golfclubs.

Oh, mate, we... Yeah, well that's why I sent the email.

[munching] -[Ian] Is it a working lunch?

-[Claire] Mm.

He just said to say he was with Emma.

I'm sure he won't be long.

[Ian] Shall I wait in his office?

[Claire] Um, you can wait here.

-Oh, is that Ian?

-[Ian] Here he is!

-At last!

-Sorry, I'm late.

I was just having a catch up with your lovely wife.

Oh?

Yeah.

-All right for some.

-[laughs] And such soft hands.

Nice of you to notice.

[both laughing] I love it!

-I love that joke!

-Yeah.

You're so funny.

Me and Emma were talking about this, er, conference.

[plate shatters] [Jamie] Oh, for-- Emily!

What is that about a conference?

[Jamie] Watch where you're treading.

[phone ringing] -You've gotta stack the... -Sorry.

[Jamie] ...big plates under the little plates?

-[Emily] Sorry.

-[Jamie] Clean it up.

Spotless.

Yeah, you were saying about a conference?

[Jamie] Yes!

Please, after you.

Yes, er, Emma and I are off to the Legal Providers conference.

-Take a seat.

-Um... -Oh, yeah.

-[laughs] [exhales heavily] Just the two of ya?

Oh, that's just one of things you've gotta deal with when, er, you're one of the region's leading small enterprise law firms.

[Ian] That's great.

You think?

Yeah, um, lots of network opportunities.

Yeah, maybe.

Is the whole office going to the conference?

Or just you and Emma?

Is it a big group outing, or-- My mum died of cancer.

Forty-six.

Where was it in your mum?

It was everywhere.

It started in my mum's ovaries, er, and then she had a hysterectomy, and a, like a ton of chemo and we thought we'd got rid of it... We had a big party.

Did a big fundraiser at my school, and... [breathes deeply] ...yeah.

Everywhere.

It's final weeks.

Does, er, 699 miles to the tank.

Nought to 60 in, what, 7.3 seconds.

-Right.

Mm.

-Yeah.

-It can get up to 140 so... -Yeah.

[Jamie] Have a look if you want.

I-- I've seen it.

It's, er, it's amazing.

-Thanks.

-Yeah, have a look.

Yeah, it's fantastic.

You can stick your head in.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's amazing.

Thanks for that.

Yeah.

Get in.

No, don't worry, I... No, go on.

Get in.

Might be your only chance.

[Jamie] Yep?

Everything all right with Ian earlier?

-[Claire] Bye!

-[Jamie] See ya!

Er, yeah, all good.

Do you want a lift to your bus stop?

[Emily] Oh.

Yeah, thanks.

Did you mention-- [Jamie] Can you scan that into a PDF for the morning?

[Jamie] Come on.

-[door opens, closes] -[keys jangling] [scanner beeping and clattering] [scanner beeping] All good?

Yep.

Great.

-[Emma] How you feeling?

-[Ian] Fantastic.

-Oh, good.

-[Ian] Yeah.

All went well with my mum's paperwork.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, he said it did.

Yeah.

Nice lunch?

Er, yep.

Salad.

[Emma] Mm.

I thought you ate at your desk.

[Emma] I do.

Well, it's nice to have a change.

Oh, I had a really nice chat with Claire.

-[Emma] Yeah?

-Yeah.

They all seem very nice in there.

[Emma] Yeah, no.

We all get on really well.

What were you saying to her?

Um... what d'you mean?

What were you talking about with Claire?

[Ian] Why do you want to know what I was saying to her?

[Emma] No reason.

No, we were just talking about my redundancy, me mum.

Usual sob stories.

Was that just Claire, or-- Claire and the young fella.

Yeah.

Mike.

Why you worried about what I said to her?

[laughs] I'm not worried.

No.

She's nice, isn't she?

Claire?

-Yeah.

No, she's very friendly.

-[Emma] Yeah.

Oh, we just talked about some of the changes I've been through.

Did you mention Nicholas?

No, of course not.

You didn't say we'd had a son, or if Claire mentioned her son...

I didn't say anything.

She talks about that boy all the fucking time.

[door closes] [trolley clatters] Great about the conference.

Sorry?

Jamie mentioned about a conference.

Yeah, I told you about it.

Did you?

-I'm sure I did.

-Don't know.

Yeah, I must've done.

He was talking about it and-- I'm sure I did.

-Nah, don't worry.

-No, yeah.

[snorts] Weird.

It's gonna be amazing for ya.

Yeah.

But what he wants us to do, he wants us to maximize networking potential, so-- Ah, finally he learns to strategize.

-[laughing] Yeah.

-[laughs] Well, I can take you if you want, you know, drop you off, pick you up, then you can have a drink.

Well... there's actually a networking event the next morning, and the morning after the conference itself, so it looks like we might have to stay the night.

Who's staying the night?

Me and Jamie.

That won't be cheap.

Well, it's all coming out of the business.

-[Ian] Tax deductible?

-I think so.

-I hope so.

[chuckles] -[chuckles] No, it might be a good networking opportunity for my website idea.

You should see if, er, Claire and Mike want to come.

[Emma] They're really junior, aren't they?

Just thinking, might be good experience for them, yeah.

Yeah, maybe, but they're very junior.

No, I think it'll would be good for my website idea.

You know he wants ya.

[sighs] You're out of your fucking tree.

Ah, come on.

-So, this is a bur... -[Jamie] Yeah, it's a burgundy.

Burgundy.

Okay.

[Jamie] So, if you give it a... like that.

And then.

[sniffs] Smell it.

Different?

Hm?

[Emily] Mm, yeah.

[Jamie] Yeah.

Go on.

I've got loads.

[Emma] I'm sorry, no, Jesus.

You're spending a lot of time alone.

So, I get it.

It's fine.

This has been a really hard week for you, facing it all, or whatever.

But now you've invented this entire situation about Jamie, and it's just a conference.

I mean-- I've been to a million fucking work events and you-- you've never said a thing, and now you're laying all your shit on me.

You are, you're dumping a pile of your shit on me when I haven't done anything wrong, I'm not gonna do anything wrong.

It's all this crazy fucking -paranoia you've suddenly-- -So, don't stay over.

I'll pick you up, so you can have a drink.

And I'll take you back in the morning.

Is it a problem if you don't stay over?

Or are you looking forward to staying over?

I won't be controlled by your jealousy.

Did you like how I was about the plate?

-[laughs] You bastard!

-[laughs] Like I give a fuck about a plate!

I was like, who does he think he is?

Oh, were you now?

I'll have to put that on your feedback form.

God, don't.

You sound like Emma.

Oh, such a boring old bitch!

And her creepy fucking husband!

Oh, my God!

You can't say that!

I can say what I want.

[laughs] [clears throat] What?

Nothing.

No, go on.

What?

-Nothing.

[chuckles] -[laughs] I can't believe I'm sat on your sofa.

[Jamie] Why not?

[chuckles] [Jamie] No, go on.

Why not?

You know why.

[Jamie] I don't.

Honestly.

Tell me.

Come on.

Tell me.

Have you had any trouble with the internet?

-[Ian] Don't think so.

-It's doing like a flashy thing.

-Flashy thing?

-Oh, don't be a dick.

Oh, tell me about this flashy thing.

It's actually, it's a bit of a disaster.

-Okay.

I'm sorry-- -No, it's fine.

I just-- I need to download this PDF.

I'm meant to be meeting Jamie.

At this poncy fucking cafe in the middle of nowhere, which is fucking ridiculous.

He made me scan a whole fucking...

I mean-- It's all bullshit.

He won't need any of it.

And then you made us go to B&Q.

Okay.

Go and finish your breakfast.

-Let me... -I'm not gonna eat.

Hi, Claire.

Sorry to bother you before work.

Are you still at home, or have you left to drop off lovely little Albie?

[indistinct chatter] Bitch won't fucking print it.

[exhales sharply] You seriously gotta be fucking kidding me.

Hi, Jamie, it's Emma.

It's 7:45 in the morning, sorry to call so early.

[chuckles] I might be a little bit late for the Henson meeting.

-[Emma] It's back!

-Yeah!

[chuckles] [Emma] Oh, my God.

It's working!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

-[Ian chuckling] Yeah, it was just the wire-- Jamie would've... [laughs] -I just had to change the-- -I don't even want to think what Jamie would've said.

[laughs] I bought a load of spare cable a while ago.

-[Emma] Oh, that was.

-[Ian] So... [laughing] That was close.

[breathes deeply] Oh, I've left him that stupid bloody message.

[laughing] What's he gonna think of me?

Oh.

Can you believe it?

Jesus, Ian.

[hesitates] That was-- that-- It was far too close.

[laughs] [exhales deeply] I've never let him down before.

["Partita for 8 Singers: No.1.

Allemande" plays] -♪ To the side and around ♪ -♪ Through the middle and ♪ -♪To the side, to the side ♪ -[phone rings] -♪ To the side and around ♪ -♪ Through the middle and ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ Hey, Jamie.

-It's fine.

It's all fine.

-♪ And around and around ♪ -♪ To the side ♪ -♪Two, three, four, five ♪ [Emma] It was just me overreacting.

As usual.

Bird brain.

[laughing] [overlapping vocals] [singers vocalizing] [Emma giggles] [overlapping chatter] [singers vocalizing] ♪ Twelve lines From the midpoint ♪ ♪ Half each on the side ♪ [singers vocalizing] [music stops]