Del Sol Valley Amphitheatre | Del Sol Valley, Simerica
Bella: Alight, Bella Bunnies. This is a new song I wrote that I’m playing for the first time tonight. It’s very special to me. This one’s called Little Bird.
Gianni to himself: Where did she go? I cannot lose this job. I just have to tell her it was just a hug. Fuck me. There she is!
Gianni: Excuse me, Mrs. C? I just wanted to say, I hope things in Bella’s dressing room didn’t look like what I thought they did.
Gianni: I promise you that Bella and are on the same page about keeping things strictly professional.
Gianni: She was just nervous about the show, so I thought a hug might make her feel better, but it was completely platonic.
Gianni: Oh... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I can leave if-
Fiona: They are going to fire me.
Fiona: Those other executives? Vultures after my job. Why else would they come to some random new artist’s concert? They can see I’m failing and want to see me hit rock bottom.
Gianni: Come on. Things aren’t that bad. This show is packed.
Fiona: Do you have any idea what it’s like to be a women in this industry? To have everyone counting you out? To beunder this immense pressure and scrutiny always? Ugh, of course you don’t. You’re the son of a Ravikumar and a Royal.
Gianni: Uh, trust me, lady. I know pressure. My brother is an ambassador, my little sister is a ballet prodigy. All my parents are successful including the step ones. With the exception of Ariana, I guess. And here I am, messing up the one chance I had to do something great.
Fiona sighs: It’s just so frustrating when you work so hard and long at something, yet any moment, it can all be taken away. Like it meant nothing. I grew this company from nothing. Now someone else wants to profit from my work.
Gianni: Dang, that really sucks. I mean, if there’s something I can do to help, I can. I could put in a good word. Or even talk to my dad if you want.
Fiona sighs: No, no. That won’t be necessary. But thank you, Gianni. That’s... kind of you.
Fiona: Honestly, venting helps. So... thank you.
Gianni: Well, I’m here... if you need me.
Fiona: Thank you... I- I do need you.