Prelude lyrics
by Caissie Levy
[GABE, spoken]
What are you doing up? It's three-thirty.
[DIANA]
It’s the seventh night this week I’ve sat until morning
[GABE, spoken]
Oh, great. Here we go.
[DIANA]
Imagining the ways you might have died
[GABE, spoken]
Yeah, and tonight's winner is?
[DIANA]
In a freak September ice storm with no warning
[GABE, spoken]
'Cause that happens.
[DIANA]
There’s a gang war, there’s a bird flu, trains collide
[GABE, spoken]
What'd we say about watching the news?
[DIANA]
Now you act all sweet and surly
But you’d swore you’d come home early
And you lied
[GABE, spoken]
You gotta let go, Mom. I'm almost eighteen.
[DIANA, spoken]
Are you snorting coke?
[GABE, spoken]
Not at the moment.
[DAN, spoken]
Who's up at this hour?
[DIANA, spoken]
Your father. Go. Up the back way.
[GABE, spoken]
Why does he hate me?
[DIANA, spoken]
'Cause you're a little twat.
[GABE, spoken]
You can't call me a twat!
[DAN, spoken]
Everything okay? I heard voices.
[DIANA, spoken]
Just me, talking to myself, y'know? Now you head on upstairs. I'll be up for sex in a minute.
[DAN, spoken]
You'll....are you sure everything's okay?
[DIANA, spoken]
Mhm. Go.