“‘the end’ is a great album, let me tell you. it's topped charts all around the world and you've achieved fame beyond your wildest dreams. so we need you to make another album,” owens, the manager, explains.

“but we don't want to,” tam protests.

viola shoots death glares tam's way.

“nonsense. you can't just up and quit in the middle of a great career. listen, girls, I see great potential in you. you should make another album.”

viola looks at roxy. roxy looks at viola.

“yeah, sure, we'll make another,” viola says.

“i agree with viola,” roxy adds.

“that's great, girls. we'll discuss the details another day. you've got a show on in three hours.” owens smiles his forced managerial smile, then rises and pats viola on the back.

tam doesn't say anything and nobody bats an eye.