ST. FEENIX ISLAND
PREVIEW EXCERPT #1
-HIGH HOPES-
Adrian
You didn’t tell me you could do that.
Cameron
Do what?
Adrian
What the fuck you just did on that stage 30 seconds ago.
Cameron
[Lost for words]
I...told you I do music, what else was there to say?
Adrian
That you could actually RAP....you’re my fucking cousin, none of our family has talent like that, where the fuck did that shit come from?!
Cameron
Well...if it’s any consolation: I AM adopted.
Adrian
Holy shit, that was…
[Ponders to himself]
You are talented.
Cameron
Reconsidering being my manager now?
Adrian
Don’t get cocky, there’s a lot of talented fucks who couldn’t make it into show biz due to their egos, lack of enthusiasm, or poor skill in absorbing constructive fucking criticism.
Cameron
I can take it.
Adrian
I’ll be the judge of that.
Cameron
So...you’ll manage me?
Adrian
I didn’t fucking say that.
Cameron
So what ARE you saying?
Adrian
I don’t fucking know, Cam.
[Sighs as he looks around at the city lights]
How many songs do you have? WRITTEN and recorded.
Cameron
Over 20
Adrian
Fuck me sideways on a sloppy Sunday.
[Rubs his chin in contemplation]
Cameron
Is that good or bad?
Adrian
I don’t know yet.
[Heads to his car]
Cameron
I didn’t get an answer yet.
Adrian
[Turns around, annoyed]
To what?!
Cameron
Do you want to manage me???
Adrian
[Mumbles to himself for a moment, takes out his phone]
Put your number in here...I will text you my email, send your songs to my email, we’ll keep in touch.
Cameron
[Takes the phone]
So that’s a yes.
Adrian
It’s a “Shut the fuck up and put your number in my phone and don’t get your hopes too fucking high.” Don’t quit your day job.
Cameron
[Smirking, handing the phone back]
Ok. Talk to you soon.