Ziegfeld Girl Page #3

than the rest of them do unwrapped.

Auditions. All ready for the auditions.

Don't be so nervous, darling.

All the conductor can say is yes or no.

But he can also say,

"Who let you in here?"

Musical director is ready

to hear you, Mr. Kolter.

No, Franz. The job

isn't good enough for you.

I ask you, can such an artist as you

play second fiddle in a Ziegfeld orchestra?

- Yes.

- Yes.

No. It's a disgrace to your violin

to make jazz music.

- Where is your violin?

- Well...

...the pawnbroker is holding it for ransom.

It was a question of food or music.

Franz was too hungry to play,

and I was too hungry to listen.

- All right. Use mine.

- All right, Mr. Kolter.

Wear this for luck, darling.

How can the heart be so full

when the stomach is so empty?

I don't understand it.

- What are you waiting for?

- I'm sorry, girls...

Oh, Sage, come here.

You want credit for a great discovery?

What is the matter?

What's the matter?

Mr. Zieg...

- Well! Well, what are you doing here?

- Why, I'm just waiting...

You're waiting?

You mean Mr. Ziegfeld's waiting!

- Oh, but I can't...

- Well, well, well!

- Darling.

- Sandra, where did you go?

I was so worried, I didn't even realize

Mischa was lending me a dollar for dinner.

Well?

- I didn't get the job.

- I'm glad you didn't. Mischa was right.

- The job wasn't good enough for you.

- So the conductor thought.

Oh, he was very kind.

He said I belong in Carnegie Hall.

I play well, he said.

I play too well.

I am a classicist, he said.

That's like being dead and buried,

but with your feet sticking out.

Oh, but we're not dead yet. Look!

But, Sandra,

where did you get this money?

An advance. I have a job.

I'm going to be a showgirl

in the Follies.

The Follies? A showgirl?

It is a little silly. You just

put on some beads or something...

...and walk up and down.

Like this. See?

Now.

That's all. Just like that.

And people pay money

to look at you.

- How did all this happen?

- Well...

...I was standing there,

listening to you play, and...

Oh, darling, you played beautifully.

When a funny little man...

The one I saw didn't look

so funny or so little.

Oh, not that one. There were two.

They were both funny...

...but the funniest one

pushed me through a door...

...and there I was

in a room filled with flowers...

...and deep carpet...

...and...

And then I heard a voice

from behind the flowers saying:

"Figure, okay. Face, okay. Smile, okay.

Seventy-five a week." Next.

Next?

- What's next?

- Well...

...next you congratulate me.

I should congratulate myself.

My wife has a job.

Franz, you're ridiculous.

- All failures are ridiculous.

- But, darling, you're not a failure.

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