"Classic rock?" Bret asked, in reference to Tommy's musical tastes. "Like I said, I like classic rock too - as seen by my awe-inspiring rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody just now. Maybe that's more glam rock... Queen, Bowie. But I like The Doors and Zeppelin too," he shrugged. Broadway was his job, it was what he knew and loved, but it wasn't everything about him - sometime even Bret needed a break from all the showtunes. But he still loved music that had a little show to it - obviously. "Paul, he listens to a little bit of everything from what I can tell."
A waitress came over briefly to get Tommy's empty bottle and asked them if they wanted anything else. Bret asked for a Coke and paused in his conversation until the waitress was gone. "But I get what you mean about The Wall. The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and, like, The Song Remains the Same are both sort of like that with me. I love rock operas and rock documentaries and films and stuff like that." He pushed his hair out of his face and leaned back, "I guess I just love music, and I love the showmanship of a good musician. You have to be able to command an audience to be really successful." By that time the waitress was back and Bret paused once again to thank her and waited until she'd gone before he picked up the conversation once more.
Bret canted his head to the side a little, licking his lips. "So I mentioned to Paul that I'd told you about it," he said. "Asked if adding one more to the equation would make it bust or if it just sweetened the deal." Yes, he was trying to be vague on purpose - he really didn't want anyone to know what they were talking about. "And he said that it just made everything sweeter. But no one's going to say anything to Harv about it until we're sure. Really, absolutely sure. I just," he shrugged, "didn't want anyone to get their hopes up only to discover that it couldn't happen like that... Don't know why it would have been a problem, though. Turns out, no problem at all."