She's Funny That Way Page #2

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more minute, Vickie.

You know, I really can't.

Why don't I see

if Glo can do it?

Great. Yeah! That,

that and, and see if she

can maybe come in

the next hour or so.

If I can reach her. I'll call you back.

What room are you in?

1369. The name's Derek Thomas.

Thank you.

-Hey, David.

-No, it's Josie.

And I'm kinda tired

of waiting, dad.

I'm sorry, Josie.

Hold on. Hold it.

I know. Hold it. Dad!

-Hello?

-Hi, Arnold.

I just wanted to confirm

the time for tomorrow...

No, no, Seth. It's not tomorrow.

It's the day after

tomorrow. At noon.

-At the belasco?

-That's right.

-Okay. Good night.

-Good night.

Sorry about that, Josie.

Hey, no, it's me.

Delta, how are you?

Delta, I'm sorry, it's

room service. Just a second.

-Hello?

-Hello, who's this?

-This is Arnold.

-Arnold?

I mean, this is Derek. Vickie?

Yes. Why did you say Arnold?

I didn't... You know,

just 'cause they...

Derek, Arnold,

they sound alike.

Or almost same

amount of letters.

What?

You know, like a joke.

Like it's my indian name.

-Are you indian?

-Honorary.

Can you hold for just a minute?

No, you know what,

I'm just keeping you posted.

Glo's phone is busy. I'll keep

trying. I'll call you back.

Good. Good.

Keep trying. Okay.

Delta, I'm sorry.

How are you?

Fine. Who were you talking to?

Just room service.

My back has been killing me.

But how are you?

I'm a little nervous.

I can't believe it's been seven years

since I've been on a stage.

I don't think I can sleep tonight.

Me too. Me too.

I'm just going to take a bath

and head straight to bed.

I'll get it.

It's always for you anyway.

Hello? Hi, Vickie.

Who is it?

It's my boss, mom.

Can't they never

leave you alone?

I'm trying to earn

a living, okay?

Hi, Vickie, what's up?

When can you get to Manhattan?

Maybe an hour.

Give me an hour.

Great. You got a pencil?

-Here's the name. Derek. D-E-R...

-I can spell it.

Okay. Thomas, room 1369.

Okay, got it.

Where'd you say?

-The Barclay.

-Done.

So the rumors are true?

-You really did work as a...

-A muse?

A what?

A muse.

That's a real job?

Yeah.

It was for me.

My clients were

mostly poor souls.

Completely empty of magic.

So it was my job to

breathe life back into them.

-Look!

-You make a person feel special.

You treat them like they're the

most important thing in the world.

And for an hour...

They are.

There was one particular

client which...

I'll tell you more

about him in a minute.

He hired a private eye, called

him a gumshoe, to follow me.

I didn't mind.

It was kind of flattering

that someone wanted to know

where I was all the time.

Okay.

Hold it.

Who is it?

It's me.

It's Glo.

-Hi. Hello.

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