Moonlight Serenade Page #2

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Come on, Frank. I gotta work.

Ah, all right.

Is, uh, everything okay

between you and Charlene?

Of course. Why?

Oh, you know,

I'm just wondering why

you're wasting your time driving

halfway across the city on your night off.

- Who says it's a waste of time?

- Aw, come on, Frank.

There's got to be 2,000 girls

in this city

making up little postcards and singing

at rundown joints like the Last Stop.

And, okay,

maybe in the end,

one of two of them have got what it

takes to sing in a place like this,

but come on,

do the math.

The odds are a thousand to one

this girl is not wasting your time.

Have a good evening.

It's yours.

That's Chloe.

You didn't know that?

- No.

- You know, Nate, music isn't money.

Somebody gave me a shot once,

I wanna return the favor.

- That's the way it works.

- Excuse me.

Hey, Chloe. I think this

just came off your bracelet.

Oh. Thank you.

You need to apologize to her.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Do you need a ride?

'Cause we're going across town.

No, Jesse'll be here

any minute. Thank you.

- Do you want us to wait?

- No, that's okay.

You guys go ahead.

I'll see you on Friday night?

- Okay.

- Okay. Bye.

Can I give you a ride home?

No, thanks.

Uh, all right,

I'll walk with you, then.

I'm fine.

Just leave me

alone, okay?

When I fall in love

It will be forever

Or I'll never fall

In love

Thank you.

Found that outside

my window.

Where you sang with me.

Look, I hope...

you didn't take what I said

before too personally.

- I...

- Ugh.

Hey!

Wait!

Look, I spend all day and most

of my nights predicting failure.

It's my job.

I'm very good at it.

- Well, I'm sorry for you.

- Well, I'm not.

I believe

in what I do, but...

I need music

to keep me sane.

That's why I go

to the club every night.

That's why I play

a song or two before bed.

It helps me...

I don't know,

it helps me keep in touch

with a part of my...

- A part of your soul?

- Yeah!

Yeah. Do you know how many drunken

confessions I hear from suits like you?

Every week.

"Oh, I hate my job.

I should have been a musician".

Look. You apologized,

and I accept your apology.

So let's stop this before it

gets any more annoying, okay?

But I'm not drunk.

And I'm not

confessing anything.

I just want you

to play music with me.

- That's...

- No, thanks.

- I don't do charity work.

- It wasn't charity work the other night.

No, it wasn't.

It was a vocal warm-up.

Excuse me?

I play a gig

near your house.

I was warming up.

You're a decent piano player, but there

are a lot of them in this city

that I should be playing with before you,

including my boyfriend.

Yeah, right.

- What is so funny?

- Come on.

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