I stalk, because I care
- May 2, 2007
[Catching Up to the Past, Part V]
Art: As promised; one front row seat to tonight's event, and all the contracts as we previously agreed upon... All that is needed now; is your signature on the final page and a series of unexplained initials on subsequent pages.
(Derrick Allen stands in Art's make shift office in the nether regions of the Moss Bay Event center. Several papers along with the aforementioned ticket are strewn across Art's desk. The two share a hearty hand shake and directly following; Derrick reaches for the pen.)
Derrick: Sounds good, Art. You don't mind if I call you Art do you?
(Derrick doesn't wait on a response although Mr. Morti appears to be forming one in displeasure.)
Derrick: Good. Well, Art ... I think this is the beginning of something beautiful.
(Art cow tows to Derricks assertive charm; hesitating only while giving Derrick enough time to make his final signature on the last page.)
Art: I believe it will, D'.
Derrick: I prefer, Mr. Allen.
(Art is looks shocked, but is interrupted before he can respond.)
Scott: Really? So this is the ends to your means, sir?!
(Scott Douglas enters the small office with Courtney Allen, in toe.)
Art: Douglas, this is a closed meeting and you ... nor Miss Allen have any business here.
Douglas: Should have closed the door then Art.
Art: That is Mister ...
(Douglas interrupts Art.)
Scott: Explain yourself, sir!
Derrick: I.W.F. is becoming extremely popular.
Derrick: You practically have to sign you life away to get a ticket. Art and I were
just talking... it must be the hometown draw of "Sup Pop" Scott, himself.
Scott: Don't patronize me, sir. You just signed on; didn't you?
Courtney: You got a contract here, D'!?
Derrick: Sure did, Court'!
Art: But when I called you ...
Derrick: The Allen's' are employed!
Courtney: I'm so happy for you big brother!
Scott: You don't see what he is doing Court'!? It's plain as day!
Courtney: Why can't you just be happy for him?
Scott: It's not that simple.
Derrick: Why can't it be, Scott?
Art: If you all are quite done I need ...
Derrick: Local boy makes good. I only want the same thing that you do, sir.
Courtney: I can't believe you acting this way, Scott.
Scott: Are you serious, miss?
Courtney: Don't talk to me in that off handed, fake ass, sarcastic polite tone that you two talk to each other in. If that's how you want to deal with each other... fine. But if you can't at least be happy for my own brother right now, regardless of whatever misguided disdain you may be harboring toward him ... then you're on your own tonight.
Scott: Awesome. That's ... just awesome. I've had about all I can take of the Allen's anyway. You both have a wonderful night.
(Scott storms out of the small office.)
Derrick: Hey, Artie ... ol' boy. Think you can make that two front row tickets ...