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Voice: Everyone could tell that Barney Bobkins was sweet by listening to his music. (A basement apartment. Barney sings and plays his guitar for his friend Jade.) Bobkins: (singing) ...and that's why I love you. Jade: That was so sweet. Bobkins: Thanks. Jade: Can I have it? Bobkins: Gee, I don't know, Jade. We've been together for four months now and I still haven't made it past first base. Jade: Aw, come on. That doesn't sound like the sweet guy who wrote those words. Bobkins: Oh, all right. Jade: Oh, thank you, thank you! (She kisses him and immediately exits.) Bobkins: Hey, where are you going? Voice: But when Jade made it big with his song, she kept her success to herself. (A huge concert. Jade has just finished successfully performing the love song when Bobkins approaches her from the crowd.) Bobkins: Hi, Jade! Jade: Who are you? Bobkins: Barney! The guy who wrote that song you just performed! I heard it on the radio and it's doing great! Can have my royalties? (Arms akimbo, Jade tilts her head back in arrogance and thrusts out her leg from the stage above him.) Jade: You may have my foot. Bobkins: Your foot? Why would I want that? (Security men seize him.) Unhand me, you brutes! (They drag him off.) Voice: Sweet guys finish last on The Songwriter. |
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Friday, June 12, 2015
The Songwriter
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