Well, he said, someone had told him that this play was the one. She still said that she’d rather not go. He argued that they only went to a play once every two months, so please be ready. He would pick her up the next day at 7 p.m.
Throughout the next day, he thought about the play—maybe Lulu was right. He called up a couple of friends to ask if they had seen the play, but they had not. At about 6 p.m., he had the bright idea to Google the play. Sure enough, he found a site that contained music samples from the play. He sampled about six tunes; they did nothing for him. Lulu was right, he thought, at least about this play. He was going to call Lulu, but just then his sister called him. They talked for at least half an hour.