| [Scene starts in a very cluttered back room, perhaps Winslow's preparation room. Philbin enters and makes his way to Winslow, who it at a piano covered with piles of sheet music.] | |
| Philbin : | Mr. Leach? |
| Winslow : | Hello? |
| Philbin : | Yeah. My name's Arnold Philbin. |
| Winslow : | Hello. |
| Philbin : | Look. I scout talent for Swan, and uh, he's interested in your stuff. |
| Winslow : | The Swan? |
| Philbin : | That's right. Uh, he said your sound could be real big. |
| Winslow : | Did he really say that? |
| Philbin : | I was sitting right next to him. |
| Winslow : | Oh, if Mr. Swan would produce my music, the whole world would listen to me. |
| Philbin : | The game plan exactly. But you need a lot of work, a lot of polishing. |
| Winslow : | Oh, I know, Mr. Philbin. I- I have a long way to go. |
| Philbin : | Right. Now do you have any tapes of your stuff? |
| Winslow : | No, but it's all written down here. |
| [Winslow stands up and collects a large stack of sheet music.] | |
| Philbin : | Uh, well why don't you just give us two or three of the really good up numbers-- |
| Winslow : | Two or three up numbers? You don't understand. The scope of this cantata is 200 or 300 pages long and I haven't finished yet. |
| Philbin : | Well never mind the sonata. We just want the songs. |
| Winslow : | [Laughs.] It's not just songs. It's more. It's much more. |
| Philbin : | I don't get you, kid. |
| Winslow : | Well, it's a whole series of songs that tell the story of Faust. |
| Philbin : | Who? |
| Winslow : | Faust. |
| Philbin : | What label's he on? |
| Winslow : | Faust was a legendary German magician who sold his soul to the devil for worldly experience and power. |
| Philbin : | [Looking
annoyed.] What is this, kid, school time? I got a plane to catch. Look, a song is a song. You either dig it, or you don't. Now I like your stuff, kid. I think it's terrific. You know what? |
| Winslow : | What? |
| Philbin : | I think the Juicy Fruits are going to dig it. |
| Winslow : | [Looking
angry.] The Juicy Fruits? |
| Philbin : | I'm not promising anything. First-- |
| Winslow : | [Slams
Philbin back against the wall.] I'm not going to let my music be mutilated by those greaseballs! |
| Philbin : | Relax kid -- |
| Winslow : | [Incensed.] I'm the only one that can sing Faust! |
| Philbin : | [Now
looking very nervous with Winslow holding him up against the wall by his
shirt shoulders.] Relax kid. It was just an idea. Swan makes all these decisions, you know? |
| Winslow : | [Winslow
releases Philbin.] I'm - I'm sorry. I --. It's just that I've worked so hard on this thing. |
| Philbin : | Uh, it's ok, kid. Boy, you sure got some temper. |
| Winslow : | [Sitting
back down at the piano.] I'm sorry. I don't know what comes over me. |
| Philbin : | It's all right. Just relax. Take it easy. Why don't you give me the music, Swan'll take a look at in on the plane, and we'll get right back to you. But if you ask me, I think we're going to produce your first album. |
| Winslow : | Really? |
| Chapter 4 |