Script

SIDE 1

OSCAR DE VELT

Next!

(Finally it's BLOUSEY's turn; she moves centerstage, or almost.)

The light, honey.

BLOUSEY

(nervously)

Er - sorry Mr. De Velt, I didn't catch that.

OSCAR DE VELT

The light, honey. Move into the light. So we can see you. This musical ain't set in a mine shaft. Name?

BLOUSEY

Blousey Brown. Singer.

(As BLOUSEY opens her mouth to sing, LENA MARELLI storms down the center aisle in an exotic traveling coat with four BODYGUARDS in trench coats, hats and dark glasses.)

LENA

Oscar, Oscar... I'm back! I'll give you one more chance, else I'm out for good. You hear me, Oscar. Out! Out! Out!

(OSCAR has welcomed her and joined her as she walks onstage. LENA takes over the spotlight from BLOUSEY, cattily dismissing her.)

OK, honey. Beat it back to Iowa, this show has got its star back. Lena's come home. Hit it, Joe!