Grand Piano

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Okay, ladies.

God, this place gives

me the creeps.

- Where is the freakin' thing?

- There.

You've got twenty minutes.

Whatever.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sh*t.

Everything okay?

All good. We're coming.

Okay.

Yeah, towards me. Good, got it.

Hold it. Great.

Got it?

All right, I got it.

Easy. Gently.

GRAND PIANO:

Please remain in your seats and

keep your seatbelts fastened.

Jesus!

I feel you, kid. Flying?

Flying used to scare the

bejesus out of me too.

Come on. Come on.

I travel a lot and let me tell you, a

beat-up Civic on a bunch of back roads,

it just doesn't cut it anymore.

You know what I mean, right?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we'll be landing

as scheduled in Chicago

O'Hare after all.

- Are we landing?

- Of course we're landing.

These things are built to last.

I'm screwed.

Excuse me?

Well, what did you expect, Tom?

I don't know. Chicago things.

Rain, wind, one of the wings falling off.

Everyone else got diverted.

I know, life just isn't fair.

- Well, your limo could crash.

- You're right. There's still hope.

After all these years maybe the piano's

so out of tune they have to reschedule.

Or I could just take a

blowtorch to the damn thing.

Or you could just cancel.

- Wait. What do you mean, the limo?

- I thought you were picking me up.

No. I'm at the hotel. I still have

the press conference. Remember?

Don't you see a guy with your name

on a thing? I left you a voicemail.

You mean some stranger's picking me up?

What happened to...?

Ashley and Wayne

are meeting me here.

Actually, they're just downstairs.

Are you going to want to say hi?

They probably don't even know

what a classical concert is.

You can explain it to them

yourself when you see them.

Ah, shoot me.

Tell them I said hi,

thanks for coming, all that.

Christ, I doubt they'll be able to

make it through the whole show.

- Come on.

- What?

My agency didn't get them balcony

seats. Ashley's going to flip.

I have to go right now, so just...

No, it's okay. Thanks.

Hold on one second, okay?

Hi!

He wants to talk to you.

Hey! Emma!

Hi. Emma!

Holy crap, girl. You look hot!

Thank you. You look beautiful, too.

Do not put me on

the phone with her.

- It's just for work.

- Oh, fancy.

So what's the deal?

Is he coming here?

Because I know the bartender at

Fridos and it's 50% off top shots.

Tom needs to go straight

to the theater.

- What happened to pre-gaming?

- It's a classical concert, Ash.

So that means it's better

if Tom is not drunk.

We can just post-game. Yeah?

Hang on, just one more second.

I got you something.

I packed it in your carry-on.

What?

It's just a little gift. Welcome

to the twenty-first century.

Tell me again,

why you did all this?

Because it's about time

you got back onstage.

Hold on a sec.

- Hey, are you still there?

- Yeah.

- Are you wearing the tuxedo?

- Should I be?

You're late, Tom.

Just skip the hotel and go

straight to the auditorium, okay?

Are you biting your nails?

No.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Where are we heading to, sir?

- Twenty-first century...

- Sorry, sir?

No...

Sorry.

- Hello?

- Tom Selznick?

- Mark from A&V.

- Hi, Mark.

When Marjorie says: "Tom, what's on

your mind right now?", that's your cue.

- You got it?

- Yeah, I think so.

Good. Okay, stay there.

Three, two, one...

So you're not confirming

any rumors tonight?

Well, I did audition.

I can't say more than that.

Emma Selznick still auditions?

When it comes to musicals, I guess.

So we're going to hear you

sing for the first time, then?

Come on,

I've said too much already.

I sing all the time. At home,

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