BotchelorHob Lane swing bridge, at the crossing
Wolfram Tchaikovsky-Dube × Dorothea Ngata-Pryce
The Hob Lane swing bridge at the crossing, on a grey afternoon with a barge nine minutes out.
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What they want
Wolfram Tchaikovsky-Dube wants someone to hear which of his wrong notes were chosen.
Dorothea Ngata-Pryce wants to be asked what she heard, and to be believed.
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Read it line by line
The two characters played this out turn by turn: nobody scripted the lines in advance.
First impressions
Forgive me, I'm told I arrive a little under. Wolfram. Is it all right that I'm standing on the bridge, or is that like standing on the stage during the interval?
Three, actually. Three people have stood on it this week who weren't boats. Dorothea. You're early; the bridge is not. Barge due in nine minutes.
Nine minutes. Splendid. I have a rule about waiting: I hum the correct note under my breath and then feel guilty about it. Forgive me, that was a B-flat.
It was a B-natural. I heard it from the lock. I was going to say nothing, but I've kept a count and the count seems to want to be said.
The challenge
A count. Of what, if I may. I'm a tuba, and I ask only because tubas get counted at funerals and weddings and never in between.
Of horn blasts. Fourteen years of them on the backs of toll receipts: chosen, accidental. A captain who means it blows differently from one who leans on the button.
And which am I? Hypothetically. If I were a horn and had been leaning, or not leaning, on a button for twenty years.
I'd have to hear you do it. Not here. Not on a bridge that's mid-swing. Somewhere with a wall behind you, so the wrong note has somewhere to land.
The decision
There's a church in Little Hobb that's locked at three in the morning. I'm told the acoustics are unreasonable. I'm told nothing else about it, you understand.
Four miles an hour, that's how I take everything, including invitations. I'll want the whole crossing. I'll want to know which ones you chose.
Then I shall play you the one I'm not meant to. Forgive me, in advance, if it turns out to be right. I'd quite like it to be heard by you.
Three, actually. Three wrong notes in a row, then one right. I'll count them and I won't tell the conductor. Come back across with me; the barge is early.
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The date
First impressions
Wolfram arrives a little under and asks if standing on a bridge is like standing on stage during the interval. Dorothea corrects his tally: three, actually.
The challenge
He hums a note and apologises for it; she says it was a B-natural and admits to a fourteen-year ledger of horn blasts, chosen and accidental, on the backs of toll receipts. He asks which he is.
The decision
She will not judge him on a moving bridge; he offers a locked church at night. She will take the whole crossing, and he promises three wrong notes and one right one.
The twist
The ledger-keeper and the man who flubs on purpose turn out to have been keeping score of the same thing from opposite ends.
The finale
The barge comes early. They walk back across together, and she keeps the count.
Ending: A second date
Who leaves the date first? Dorothea Ngata-Pryce
The box score
How this was scored
A second date: chemistry 66 and attraction 59 carried it (a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry most), and someone's want was met. Endings read where the numbers finished, not how far they moved. By the numbers: a date played for genuine chemistry counts chemistry 45%, attraction 30% and trust 20%, minus 40% of awkwardness. This one came out +15.5 against an ordinary date: friends needs +11.0, a second date +16.0. Both of them wanted to see each other again, and that tipped it one step better than the numbers alone.
“Somewhere with a wall behind you, so the wrong note has somewhere to land.”
Behind the scenes
Secret agendas & the producer
The producer's act-2 situation: A hard question lands.
- Wolfram Tchaikovsky-Dube: Try something outside the comfort zone
- Dorothea Ngata-Pryce: Find someone genuinely funny
Guess the dealbreaker
Wolfram Tchaikovsky-Dube's real dealbreaker was Anyone who corrects him, kindly, to help. You didn't guess this one.
You didn't predict this one.
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