Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones Vagabonds Vol. 3 | Página 33

A: You brought yourself.
B: If you got something to say, you should just say it.
A: … It’s not important. (Beat. A Offers a cigarette but B declines.) I’ve
seen nobodies become somebodies without any depth to their work.
B: This concept of nobodies and somebodies is in your head. Who’s to
argue if it sells anyhow?
A: You don’t get it. Do you?
B: What’s the matter? C’mon it’s just a job – I just play to make a buck.
Maybe sleep with a few –
A: It’s not about the money, son! It’s not just a job – it’s art!
B: Cool it – don’t burst a blood vessel…
A: (Stubs out his cigarette to light a new one.) It’s just a job he says…
B: Why are you so hostile? (Beat.) Inner anger turned outward – (A turns
away) now that’s art… You don’t reflect much do you?
A: … On things you’ll never know even. (Stubs out cigarette again to
light a new one.)
B: (Chuckles.) You know, there is a difference between you and me.
A: You don’t say.
B: I hold no illusions about what I do. I play music for a living. I’m a
rockstar – sex, self-destruction, all the cliché extravagance. I know my
music isn’t going to change the world – maybe a couple isolated lives, but
nothing major –
A: Where’s the depth in that?
B: It brings enjoyment to many people – music is great entertainment. But
it is only as deep as the audience makes it – and I’m afraid too many are
like you –
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