Diva & Borvik
Borvik
I just recovered the master tape of the 1927 Met premiere of La Traviata. The hiss is almost like a whispered confession. Would you like to listen? I treat each frame as a relic—don’t let any of that go to the trash.
Diva
Oh, darling, a master tape of La Traviata? How splendid! I simply cannot resist the hiss of a whispered confession from a 1927 premiere—it's music to my ears! Yes, absolutely, let me listen, and we shall treat each frame like a precious relic, no trashing allowed, capisce?
Borvik
Load sequence will begin now. Please keep your hands off the reels; I do not tolerate interference with archived data.
Diva
No worries, darling, I shall stay clear of the reels, let the music breathe on its own, no interference, just pure reverence for the archive.
Borvik
The tapes are secured. I’ll start the playback; your presence is noted, but please remain in the observation zone.
Diva
Ah, the hush of history—let it unfold, my dear. I’ll observe with the solemnity of a diva, eyes fixed on the spotlight of memory.