No Business Like Show Business

SHE: I had such a hard day today in the studio. I swear, I felt autistic. Like an idiot savant minus the savant.
HE: What went wrong?
SHE: I couldn't sing a simple line back for the life of me. It was always, "OK, that was good, now sing it again with the right rhythm and intonation." Of course, if it was in tune and in time, the response was, "Now make it believable."
HE: Oh. Is your monster back again?
SHE: I don't know. Maybe.
[silence]
SHE: Can you just say "there, there" like you do?
HE: There, there. It will all work out.
SHE: Thank you.
HE: Anyway, aren't you supposed to be in some sort of breastfeeding fog for the first six months?
SHE: Breastfeeding fog?
HE: You know, where you shut out the world and all you think about is the baby. They say it's why you forget the pain of childbirth.
SHE: Ah, motherhood-induced amnesia. Well, I hadn't been feeling too stupid lately, and I practiced a whole lot for this date, but I really felt frustrated with myself today. I suppose I persevered in the end. But maybe I 'll go with that theory. Breastfeeding fog sounds about right. Eight hours of singing, with lunch and a 30-minute break for pumping. It was brutal.
HE: Maybe next time take more than just one break with a milking machine.
SHE: I guess you're right. We got through a lot of material, though. And then at the end of the day I had to do a bunch of laughing for one song, and some silly vocal percussion for another. I don't know if they'll use any of that.
HE: I guess my job's easy by comparison. I don't have to laugh on command.