Kevin carries Violet, blindfolded, into his apartment, where he has set up the life-size cardboard “audience” of famous people to help her overcome her stage fright. He sets her, still blindfolded, on a chair. She’s giggling.

Kev:      There…uh-huh, okay (removes her blindfold) …take a look…your fans here just wanna hear you sing…

Vi:        I told you…I…I can’t sing my own songs…I never could.

Kev:      Well, that’s too bad because they’ve requested to hear your songs…be gentle on the keyboard; I borrowed it from the club.

(Vi steps over to the keyboard, looking around at the 15-20 or so cutouts of famous people)

Vi:        You did all this just to help me sing?

Kev:      I thought maybe if we can cure that stage fright I’ve heard so much about…

Vi:        Kev, I wish you could…

Kev:      Come on, let me try…tell me what it feels like.

(Vi walks slowly about the cardboard cutouts)

Vi:        You really wanna know?

Kev:      Yeah.

Vi:        You asked for it.

(She continues walking about, suggestively, taking the clip from her hair and clipping it on JFK’s head, letting her long, blond hair fall over her shoulders.)

Kev:      What are you doing?

Vi:        The only way I can show you…is to make you really…nervous….

Kev:      Hmm.

Vi:        The first thing that happens…is….

(she’s slowing unbuttoning a periwinkle blue sweater, revealing a sheer camisole-type garment underneath, through which you can see a similarly-colored bra )

Vi:        …my heart starts to race

Kev:      (long pause) Good…racing heart…yep

Vi:        And…then my entire body starts shaking…

(she’s seductively sliding the little slip of a skirt she has on…)

Kev:      (stuttering a bit) Sh-shaking body…I’m, uh, um, I’m getting that…yeah

Vi:        And…everything gets…a…bit (… revealing sexy string-bikini panties) cloudy.

Kev:      (Gulping, swallowing hard) Clouds…definitely…rolling…in

Vi:        Then I start…. (she walks closer to him, until she’s just inches away) …losing control…

Kev:      H-how long does this usually last?

Vi:        (closing her eyes and now only an inch away from his lips) Oh, it…it’s been known to last all night…

Kev:      That must be horrible…

Vi:        (nearly kissing him now, and in an audible whisper, as she removes his shirt) It’s excruciating!

Fade to black, and music plays…the next shot is a slow pan (I’d guess about 30 seconds or so) of rumpled up sheets, and then the sheets end and the naked lower torso of Kevin come into view. Again, no naughty bits—starting with just the several inches of skin below the belly button. Kevin’s body takes up most of the screen at this point, as the camera continues slowly up his belly, to his bare, muscular chest to finally his face, sleepy but with a look of extreme satisfaction and contentment. He gets up, wrapping the sheet around his middle and goes over to Vi, leaning down to kiss her, who is sitting at the keyboard. She too is wrapped, from the underarms down, in a bedsheet.

Kev:      (referring to the cardboard cutouts nearby, some of which have been knocked over or askew, presumably by their love-making)  Hmm, I think our audience got more than they paid for…really. (He kisses her neck and shoulders)

Kev:      (looking  at Vi’s guitar case) What’s “L M S” stand for?

Vi:        Lynn Marie Sanford…it was my mom’s guitar. She died five years ago. She moved to New York to be a singer when she was my age—she came pretty close to the big time…

Kev:      What happened?

Vi:        She hated the stage. She said it was the scariest place in the world.

Kev:      (looking straight in her eyes)  Sounds familiar.

Vi:        You really want me to sing?

Kev:      Just tell me what I have to do…

Vi:        (Long pause, sighing)  Disappear?

Kev:      Uh, alright, no problem. (He moves away from her, blowing out candles and sits in near darkness across from her)

Vi:        (Picking out a few notes on the keyboard…then tentatively starts to sing, gradually getting stronger)   I don’t like to be alone in the night, I don’t like to hear I’m wrong when I’m right…and I don’t like to have the rain on my shoes, but I do love you (camera cuts to Kevin, who is smiling shyly and sweetly)…but I do love you.