Much was bopping his head along to the music, not sure what it was at first, and especially confused when Mary suddenly sank. Much's eyebrows went up, like his brows were the counterweight to Mary on a seesaw, and he leaned in closer to her again to ask, but then Tabby sang something about anointing and it was such a - well - such a Mary Magdalene word that he had an inkling where this song had come from. It sounded Lloyd Webbery.
What a strange, hard thing to have a musical written about such a significant part of your life, and such a significant loss. What a strange thing to see one of your friends unknowingly acting out your own love on the stage in front of you. He couldn't tell if Mary was on the verge of laughing or crying.
He turned his face toward her, though kept his eyes on the stage, and whispered: "If one of my ballads isn't up next I want my money back."