Vi Wants Her Tape Back
Vi talks on the phone to her dad back home in New Jersey, and he
asks how the music biz is going. She realizes that Kevin still has her demo
tape, so she goes back to the Figi Mermaid Club where Kevin is working. She
walks into the kitchen where Kev and a co-worker are jamming to the music on
the sound system/radio.
Vi: I want my tape.
Kev: I had a feeling
you’d be back this evening.
[His boss says, “No dates in the kitchen, O’Donnell.”]
Vi: (to the boss) I’m not staying, I…I just
want my tape…please.
[Kev hands her the tape]
Vi: Thanks. Bye bye. (she
walks away)
Kev: Did you really
write all those songs?
Vi: (turning back to him, somewhat accusingly) You listened to my tape?
Kev: No, of course not…I mean, that would be an
invasion of privacy. (He turns and sings
into his spatula) ‘Baby, you’re the right kind of wrong’
Vi: Go ahead. Laugh it up, ‘cuz there’s
nothing you can say that’s gonna bother me.
Kev: I’m just trying to tell you I like your
music...I mean, do you always take compliments so well?
Vi: I gotta go.
Kev: Wait! …Uh, I wanna see ya again—where’re
you working?
Vi: I’m a coyote.
Kev: Good. And…what the hell is that?
Vi: If you wanna see me again, you’ll figure
it out. (She leaves)
[Kev turns to his boss, shrugs his shoulders and asks, “is that
good?” And his boss slaps him five and shakes his head affirmatively]