Language Sound Text Noise
Stockport

Opera
Laura Murphy & Vicky Carr

Background talking + hangers scraping + distant opera music (live)

GIRL1:
(MUFFLED) Does Barbara know?

GIRL2:
What?

GIRL1:
(SHOUTING, STILL MUFFLED) Does Barbara know it's 11 now?

Opera builds to high volume, drowning speech out

GIRL 2:
(SHOUTING) What??

GIRL1:
(SHOUTING) Come in here!

Door closes and bangs + opera gets quieter

GIRL1:
I SAID, is 11 OK?

GIRL2:
11's fine. I'll be on my own though. Jeff…

GIRL1:
Can't make it? Haha!

GIRL2:
Yeah, well…

GIRL 1:
Are you getting the train down now then?

GIRL2:
Suppose I'll have to.

GIRL1:
Did they give you a number?

GIRL2:
No. I'll just ask when I get there. I was so embarrassed when I answered the phone last night though.

GIRL 1:
Why, what did they say? ‘MRS PETERS! I'VE GOT YOUR HUSBAND HERE!'

GIRL 2:
Haha, not quite. Something along those lines. I was like, half asleep to be honest, I just said (yawning) “awww OK” and put the phone down.

GIRL1:
Ha. So the police think you're married? Why did they not just ring Barbs?

GIRL2:
Dunno, mustn't have wanted his Mum to know. I mean how do you go about telling your Mum something like that?

GIRL 1:
Pretty embarrassing.

GIRL 2:
Wouldn't like to find that on my answering machine.

GIRL 1:
BEEP! (GIRL1 makes a shocked face)

GIRL2:
HAHAHA.

Man walks by, doing vocal warm up. GIRL 1+2 ignore him.

GIRL 2:
Oh look what I've found!

GIRL 1:
Errr, what are they for?

GIRL 2:
You could take ‘em for Jeff, y'know, he might not have his clothes still.

GIRL 1:
I'm sure they would've given him a blanket or something by now.

GIRL 2:
Yeah but it'd be funny if you took 'em. Made him wear them home.