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Andrew is curled in the corner, crying. We linger here.
Then, his PHONE rings. He looks at it. Hesitates...
ANDREW
...Hello...?
JIM (O.S.)
You didn’t show.
And, finally, breaking down, can’t hold it in any longer--
ANDREW
He ripped me apart...
JIM (O.S.)
...Who?
(then,)
That asshole? You told me you were
transferring...
Andrew looks at his desk. There, atop a pile of papers, is his TRANSFER APPLICATION. All filled out. Ready to go. Next to it, a BUDDY RICH CD...
ANDREW
(almost to himself)
...I thought he liked my playing.
JIM (O.S.)
Who cares what he likes? Who is he to you?
When I started writing plenty of people
tried to put me down. You ignore them.
Andrew is silent. When I started writing...
Those words seem to have the opposite effect Jim intended.
ANDREW
When you started writing...
JIM (O.S.)
Why don’t you come home tonight?
ANDREW
No, I -- I have to practice...
JIM (O.S.)
No, you have to take it easy.
ANDREW
I need to go now...
Pink (9/10/2013)
JIM (O.S.)
Andrew--
ANDREW
I have to go... Sorry. I’ll call you
later.
He hangs up. Rises. Wipes his reddened eyes. And exits his dorm.
PRE-LAP KNOCKING --
FLETCHER (PRE-LAP)
Yes?