Edgar is deep in the throes of regret, which he's chosen to express by sitting in the driver's seat and posing with his hand on his forehead, staring into the far distance with the most haunted expression he can muster. (So far, everyone in the troupe has ignored this.)
"I don't think anyone's in the mood for music," he says, not moving from his carefully choreographed position.
SCENES: SATURDAY: The Troupe
"I don't think anyone's in the mood for music," he says, not moving from his carefully choreographed position.