Jack
[To himself, in barely audible tones]. This is the first time in his life he won’t be able to sing in the synagogue....
Lee
What’s that, Jack?
Jack
[He rises, with a visible effort to shake himself out of his mood. He turns to Lee and begins walking off with the manager]. Oh, yes, Mr. Lee. I’ll do the best I can tonight—I only hope I won’t disappoint you.
[The words are scarcely out of Jack’s mouth when music is heard blaring off-stage, and the lights black out.]
CURTAIN