Sparkle Page #3

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I'm staying with my cousin, Levi.

I'm from Kansas City.

We got a cool jazz scene down there.

I managed a few acts,

but the money's here in Motown.

And I want to be--

I am the next Berry Gordy.

I figure, his stomach ain't

growling like mine anymore.

Maybe he's leaving a lot

of steak and potatoes out there.

You mind if I hear that song again?

Still needs a lot of work.

Why won't you unpack?

I really don't plan on

being here that long.

You said that two months ago.

Sorry

Hey, don't ever be sorry

for telling the truth, Spark.

What was that?

Your Romeo is out there.

What?

You can't be throwing rocks

at my window.

My mother has a gun.

A gun. A big one.

There's an underground club tonight.

The kind that songwriters

don't want to miss.

You got to hear the music.

It's the stuff they ain't playing

on the radio.

- Come with me.

- He wants me to go hear music with him.

You've snuck out

of the house for less.

And I know just the dress.

You coming?

I ain't gonna bite you.

And how do I know that?

You're gonna have to trust me.

Can I tell you something?

I think your lyrics are too safe.

I mean, you got Dr. King, the war.

I don't think the metaphorical lyrics

gonna fly anymore.

What?

You impressed by my big word?

I was.

In the spirit of telling the truth,

can I tell you another?

- I wouldn't want you to lie.

- Then why do you lie to yourself?

About not wanting to sing?

I mean, Sparkle,

you writing these songs.

And you can sing.

- So why aren't you singing them?

- I'm no Diana or Aretha.

You know, you right.

You Sparkle.

Look, my mom

used to sing professionally.

She tried to break out

and it almost killed her.

So thank you, but I know

the realities of this business.

- I'm just doing it for fun.

- You know the realities?

- Oh, stop.

- I'm...

Listen.

What are you afraid of?

Your mom or your own voice?

Maybe you'd be like your mom

and never reach your goals.

But don't fall short of it

because you can't admit that you want it.

Okay.

I want to be better than Diana.

I want to be a star.

Thank you.

I had a great time tonight.

And just in case

I never get out of that house...

...thank you for making me

tell the truth.

Sparkle...

...do you want to be a star?

What?

- Do you want to be a star?

- Yes, I want to be a star.

No, I don't believe you.

Say it like you mean it.

Yes, I want to be a star.

Okay.

First you have to

write a song for your sister...

...something where she

can work the crowd.

Sparkle, you gonna have to get

over your fear of singing...

...because you and Dee

gonna back her up.

I mean, everybody loves

a good girl group.

Now, you tweak your lyrics,

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