| Lo-E: |
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(screams
at the top of his lungs)
Dude! What happened?
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| Honkey: |
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Dumb-ass
kid stepped on me.
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| Lo-E: |
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How
did you fall out of my neck? |
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| Honkey: |
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I slipped
out of your strings to get a midnight snack.
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| Lo-E: |
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Then how
did you get broken?
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| Honkey: |
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That
dumb little pot-head came home last night hella stoned
with his friends and stepped on me. It hurt so much when
I broke. |
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| Lo-E: |
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Can
you still go on stage to play? |
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| Honkey: |
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Are you
freaking kidding me? I can’t go on stage like this,
it would kill me.
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| Lo-E: |
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I
guess I can’t go on stage then. |
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| Honkey: |
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Why? |
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| Lo-E: |
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I
refuse to go on stage without you. You know it’s
my biggest fear to go on stage without you. I don’t
trust any other pick, you know that. You are my best friend.
I also need you up there for moral support. |
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| Honkey: |
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Well,
would I be able to find another pick that you would trust?
Oh, my brother, he would come and-- |
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| Lo-E: |
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Hell
no, your brother is a death metal guitar pick. That would
be the last pick I trust. |
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| Honkey: |
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Well,
hmmmm, if there is no one else that you can trust but
me. I guess I have no choice but to go on stage. I hope
you know that this is probably gonna cripple me for life.
But I’m still gonna do it for you, only because you
have so much potential and I will be going out with one
hell of a bang. |
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| Lo-E: |
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Oh, my God!
Thank you so much. You can’t believe how much this
means to me.
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| Honkey: |
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Just
remember when we are up there that you need to play your
ass off. |
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| Lo-E: |
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Don’t
worry, I will. Well let’s go practice now.
(LO-E goes to practice while HONKEY sits and cheers
him on. The boy plays without a pick.) |
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| Lo-E: |
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Hey, Honkey,
make sure that you be more careful tonight if you want
to go get another snack.
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| Honkey: |
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Don’t
worry, I will. Let’s go to bed now.
(HONKEY and LO-E get onto the guitar stand and they
relax and start to sleep.)
(LO-E wakes up in the middle of the night with a dream.)
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| Lo-E: |
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(thinking
to himself.)
Whoa, what the hell was that about? Why did Honkey die?
Maybe I shouldn’t go on stage tomorrow. Am I being
a bad friend letting Honkey go on stage with his current
problem? I just need to go back to sleep. I’m just
anxious for tomorrow.
(LO-E goes back to sleep and start to dream again.)
(They wake up the next morning and LO-E goes to wake
up HONKEY)
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| Lo-E: |
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Honkey,
wake up. I had a bad dream last night and it was that
you had died. I woke up and started to think. Then I
decided that I am not going to go on stage tomorrow.
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| Honkey: |
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What
the hell are you talking about? How can you even pass
up the chance to have Jimmy Page play you on stage? You’re
telling me that your ultimate dream has been made possible,
and you are going to pass it up because of me. |
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| Lo-E: |
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I
had a dream last night and decided that I was being a
bad friend forcing you to go on stage with your current
condition. |
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| Honkey: |
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You’re
not forcing me, I chose to go up there with you. |
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| Lo-E: |
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I
wouldn’t be a good friend it I let you hurt yourself
like that. |
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| Honkey: |
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Then
what are you gonna do? |
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| Lo-E: |
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I
guess I’ll settle for second best and make a family,
and not follow through with my dream. I don’t know,
maybe I’ll go find a girl or something and settle
down. |
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| Honkey: |
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How
can you even say that? You need to go up there and kick
some ass. |
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| Lo-E: |
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I
think maybe I will just settle down and maybe have some
little banjoes. |
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| Honkey: |
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You
have lost it. Have you and that little pot-head been hanging
out lately? Oh my God, did you drink the rubbing alcohol
again? |
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| Lo-E: |
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No,
I’m serious. I think I’m just going to relax
and live a happy life. I just hope you will be with me
on this. I just need to find some kind of happiness other
than playing music. |
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| Honkey: |
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Well
if you are serious, then I am gonna back you on that.
We better find me a girl too then. |
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| Lo-E: |
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Don’t
trip, we will.
(Then they start to listen to some Nirvana and they plan
of the days to come.) |
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The
End. |
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