Too Late Blues Page #3

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all know you're pretty, we all know you got talent.

But honey, you need more experience

and that just finishes it.

Hi.

- I thought you were just great.

- Ghost.

I'm talking about criticism,

you know? Constructive criticism.

Uh, Jess.

That's why I'm a good agent, I

never let a client off the hook.

Expect the best, keep them insecure,

that's what you'll get man, the best.

Forget about the girl. How

are ya, ya old son of gun?

I'm pretty good, and you?

Uh, great. Listen, you uh... still

uh... playing in the parks and uh, ugh...

- Old ladies homes, and jazz like that?

- I like parks, and I like old ladies.

Why don't you come on back and

get a little night club pellet.

We're happy doing what we're

doing, Benny. What's wrong with it?

So you cut a record.

Come on you artist, I love you. Let

an old friend help and old friend.

What would an old friend like you,

do with a bunch of screwballs like us?

Make money.

- You turn me up.

You don't wanna work in nightclubs, cut

a couple of records, make a little loot.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing Benny, nothing at all. Provided

you let us play what we want to play.

Of course you can play what you

want to play. What do you think I am?

- Ugly chick.

- I thought she was cute man, what do you mean?

You've got no taste, man. You know that?

- This party is a real drag.

- Bunch of freaks.

- Where's Ghost?

- Busy with an agent somewhere over here.

- Hey let's go over to Nick's place and play some cards.

- No man, I promised my wife...

Excuse me, honey. And

I am gonna go home.

Oh well, where's Red? Hey Red!

- That's what I mean, you can never get out of these places.

Hey waiter, waiter!

Listen, why don't you give me a call sometime?

Maybe I can set up and audition for you boys.

- Great.

- You know, you're a nice kid, I like you.

- I like you, I like the way you talk.

- Geez, thanks a lot mister Frielobe.

- That's alright.

- Nice meeting you, nice meeting you, uh, Mrs. Frielobe.

Come on Red. Come on. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Do you know who

I was just talking to of all?

- A phony.

- Hell, everybodys a phony to you Charlie.

- That's right.

- Go ahead.

That guy's Milt Frielobe,

he owns Roadside.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Who cares, man.

Oh... listen Jess, you look beautiful.

Oh, I want you to meet an

old dear friend of mine:

John "Ghost" Wakefield, Jess Polanski.

- How are ya?

- Come on, lets go down and get a drink. I'm dry. What do you say?

- Yeah, uh, Benny, easy easy.

- I'm surprised to see you here tonight.

I didn't think you made

this party scene very often.

Yeah well, I know, you know, Baby

Jackson a long time and he said uh:

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