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The band finishes a song — long ringing chord, drummer's roll, the crowd applauding. Lou — bored cool, sunglasses indoors, wry — leans into the mic.
- LOUThanks. We're gonna take a short one. Open mic's up if anybody brought an instrument that isn't broken.
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Jesse, very small in his chest:
- JESSEDev.
- DEVI see her.
- JESSEThat's not what I —
- DEVI know. I'm pretending. Don't make me admit it.
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Lou, scanning the room. His eyes find Jesse's green guitar over Jesse's shoulder. He squints.
- LOU(off-mic)Hey. New kid. Green guitar.
- LOU(on-mic)You up?
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Jesse, deer-in-headlights.
- JESSE…I —
- DEV(pushing him from behind)GO.
- JESSEDev — I have no idea what these people want —
- DEVThey want the song you wrote in the garage. Go.
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Jesse, propelled forward, stumbling out of the crowd and onto the small raised stage. Lou steps back from the mic, amused. Hands Jesse a worn 1960s tube amp's instrument cable.
- LOUPlug in.
- LOUWhat's your name.
- JESSEJesse.
- LOUJesse. What do you play.
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Jesse, plugging the green guitar into the 1960s amp. The pickup covers begin to glow faintly green. The amp's tubes light up — also faintly green. Allred — small moment, no big deal. The room doesn't notice. We do.
- JESSE(into the mic)I play, uh.
- JESSEI play with my brother.
- DEV(from the crowd, hollering)SCOUTER.
- JESSE(into the mic)The band's called Scouter.
- JESSEDev, get up here.