Ian's Girl

Ian is sitting on his own when Reggie comes in.

Reggie:
I liked it. I thought it was great.

Ian:
Yeah. Tell that to Shorofsky.

Reggie:
I did. He said he thought it could be better.

Ian:
His wisdom bores me you know?

Reggie:
He really expects a lot from you.

Ian:
Too much. I'm tired Reg. I just finished this essay on Keats and now I've got to turn around and do one on Browning. And now I've got to redo this song for Shorofsky.

Reggie:
Springtime everyone feels overworked.

Ian:
What's to with spring? You know in London I cared about what I was doing all the time.

Reggie:
Sounds to me like you are homesick.

Ian:
Here, listen to this.

He pushes play on a tape recorder. Plays part of a rock song and then pushes stop.

Reggie:
It's great!

Ian:
Yeah.

Reggie:
Who is it?

Ian:
That Reginald -is the Driven.

Reggie:
Your old band?

Ian:
That's right.

Reggie:
The one with Joanna - the most beautiful, sexiest most musically interesting woman ever?

Ian:
Did I say that?

Reggie:
At least a couple dozen times. It's really good.

Ian:
Oh yeah, they might be coming to NY if they can get a couple of gigs.

Reggie:
I guess that's good news - huh?

Ian:
Bloody fantastic!

He turns the music back on.