[He’s proud of her. Her heart flutters when she hears those words. Before he had taken a chance on her— on a girl who took nothing seriously, who arrived to audition for the audience- she doesn’t think she’d heard those words for a while. She didn’t give anyone a reason to.

He had believed she could be better. And she didn’t want to let him down. She wanted to make him proud, and she had.

When she pulls back, and looks at him, she’s glowing.]

Really? Varian showed me a little bit, last night. But I wanted to be better, before I showed you. And... I thought—- today made sense. [The next parts harder for her to say, but it’s easier to, now that he’s expressed his pride.]

I know you’re not really my dad. And I know that my parents are, like—- they’re not the worst, or dead or anything—- they’re just also... not really occupied with me. You always make me feel like I can be more than just the drunk loser girl who messed up a basic routine.

You’re what I’d want my dad to be like, if I was picking.