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(Shanice:) Marty, what are you doing here?
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(Marty:) I want to see Art
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(Shanice:) He's tied up in a meetin' with important clients. |
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(Marty leans into Shanice:) Excuse me?? I want, I want to see Art now... NOW!
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I am a major
pop star and I want to see my manager! |
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(Art:) Marty son, my favorite sex god, how ya
doin' man? Gimme a grrr...
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Aren't you supposed to be in Tokyo?
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(Marty:) You promised, you said it was in the contract. |
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(Marty:) Avocados. In the hospitality area.
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I get on the plane, right? Oh.. no window seats by the way. Even though, I'm the lead singer.
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No private toilet for my personal use.
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(Art:) Marty son, we've talked about this before, you've got to let other folk use the toilet on the
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(Marty:) Then, we get into Tokyo, and we set off for the gig 'n only two motorcycles to greet
us... two! I mean I'm comin apart! |
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(Art:) Aye, aye I can see you're traumatized. |
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(Marty:) And then I get into the stadium and I'm looking for my pre-show avocadoes...
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and I'm
looking... and I'm looking...and they're no there!
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