Not the way you do it, thought Sean. But he said. “Yet the audience would expect…”
“Audience expectations ain’t my thing,” Stella hmphed. “When I hit that Festival Fringe stage, I’ll engage via political… collaboration.” Big smile. “Poetry. Discourse. That sort of thing.”
Sean sighed. “But it’s a comedy venue. People pay to have a laugh.”
“Not at my expense. And if expense is the controlling factor, I paid plenty for my slot. Not counting the train fare from Kings Cross and this dreadful Airbnb dump we’re staying in.
“That’s no joke!”