The Dust Storm

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Smelling your pillow

Been drinkin' some wine

I'm thinking about you

All of the time

I'll admit that I miss you

If you admit it was wrong

To go back to the city

And leave me a song

- You write the songs,

the ones you sing?

- Yes, sir.

- I know you, your kind.

You get swallowed up.

You got the six o'clock slot.

Be off the stage by 6:30.

There's no pay,

but you can drink what you

can drink from the bar.

What's the last

song of your set?

- Um, Nora.

The song is called Nora.

- Good.

When I hear it I'll

know it's almost over.

How can I miss

the cigarette lips

I am buried in the ashes

I am buried in this

Who, who?

Oh, so

Come around

Silence can't stop her

Your love won't fade

And I can't go on

No, I can't go on, not a day

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh oh

- Been nursing that drink?

- Yeah.

- Screwdriver?

- Excuse me?

- Your drink, is it?

- It's orange juice.

- You look like you could

use something stronger.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- Do you not drink?

- No, I do, just

not much anymore.

- Let me guess,

you're one of those

wily, unpredictable drunks.

- It's a bit more complicated.

- Oh, yeah, I pulled your card.

It's okay though.

I have a problem

with control myself.

- I'm Brennan.

- I know.

- Right.

- So you remind me of somebody.

I can't place it though.

Who do you get?

- Who do I get?

- Who do people

say you look like?

- Um, I get Prince a lot.

- Ha, yeah, that's it.

Except you're a

little bit taller.

Maybe a little less

- Black?

- Exactly.

Can you sing?

That must be it then, Prince.

Brennan, I've had a long day.

Do you want to get out of here?

- Um, yeah, sure.

- Cool.

Hey, before we go,

I just want to make sure

we're on the same page.

Two-fifty gets you a...

Five hundred and I'll...

And a thousand...

But I'll do it for nine

hundred because you're cute

and I want to sleep with you.

- You're a hooker.

- Where are your

manners, Brennan?

I'm an entrepreneur.

You don't look happy.

What would make you happy?

- I'd like to check out, please.

But my flight doesn't

leave til seven.

Can I check my bag in?

- Of course.

- This place reeks.

- Smells like air freshener.

- No, no, no, no,

no, not the hotel.

This whole town, it's

like a pipe dream

palace of desperation, you know?

Oh my god, did you

just hear what I said?

Pipe dream palace

of desperation.

Now that is a song, that

is what he should be doing.

Oh god, look at him.

Can you imagine being him?

- Yeah.

- No, no, no, that is,

that is not for me.

Or you, I mean look at us,

we're flying first

class tonight, yes.

Oh by the way, I am very sorry

about that proposal yesterday.

I thought it was gonna go.

- You voted against it.

- Well, yeah, who would have

thought one vote would matter?

No, no, no, you know,

there'll be another one.

- I don't really care about it.

Well now, see,

that's the spirit.

Yes, exactly, right?

I mean you'll come up

with something better.

That is why you

are a VeroTech man.

- What?

- A VeroTech man.

I mean, listen, it's got a

great ring to it, VeroTech man.

Come on, say it with me, say,

I am a VeroTech man.

Wait, where are you going?

Hey, you wanna hang

before the flight tonight?

Grab a...

- You're acting stupid,

like a little girl.

- What?

- Speak, Nora, use

your big kid mouth

and tell me what

- You understand that?

Does this speak to you?

- Stop it!

- You lied to me!

You told me you were

done, you're not.

So we are.

- We're on vacation.

I'm not gonna chase you.

Why do you play these

stupid little games?

I swear to god,

if you do it now,

I'm gonna go back to the hotel,

I'm gonna pack up my

sh*t, and that is that.

- So go.

- We came here for

you to celebrate.

- Celebrate this.

I spent my nights

Howlin' at the moon

I ate most anything

you left in the room

And I paid my rent with

the mailman that I bit

Oh I'm your

furry, friendly pal

And I've got the saddest

eyes when you're dissatisfied

I'd follow you

til you up and died

Oh, and I guard your

prey til the end of time

I'm your furry, friendly pal

Oh, I chewed up

your favorite boots

Oh, no, oh oh oh

So you done kicked

me down the road

But I came back and back

With my tail between my legs

I'm still your

furry, friendly pal

And I've got

the saddest eyes

When you're dissatisfied

I'd follow you

til you up and died

And I'd guard your

prey til the end of time

I'm your furry friendly

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It's just, it's

just, is this real?

- Yeah, I think it is.

- You're in Nashville,

what the hell are you

doing in Nashville?

- I had a meeting, and

it didn't go so well.

What about you?

- I had a weekend getaway

that also didn't go so well.

- Sorry.

- Your meeting, is it for

- No, no no no, I stopped.

- You gave up?

- Well, I never gave up, just.

- You've changed.

- Yeah.

- Appearance, I

mean, appearance.

I can't believe how

short your hair is.

- What was your getaway about?

- It's just, I can't

believe you're here,

this doesn't happen.

- You mean us running

into each other again?

- Yeah, it's insane.

- Yeah, it is.

So when are you going back

- Grab a drink with me.

- What?

- Don't think of an

excuse or a way out, just,

grab a drink with me.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, sure.

- Really?

Okay.

- Okay.

- You sure you have time?

- You having second thoughts?

- No, I was just, I

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