Dan enters playing his guitar.
DAN
(singing)
I’m just a sensitive guy.
Playing my guitar
Maybe I’ll go…far
And be a big…star
And ride in a car
MAIA
Dan. You’re still here too?
DAN
I’m preparing for the company picnic.
And my roommate doesn’t let me practice my guitar at home. He thinks I sound awful.
MAIA
I don’t think you sound awful.
DAN
Thanks I guess.
MAIA
I like your sound. It’s punkish. Pseudoish…experimentalll..folkish. Really cathartic.
DAN
I’m really not that good actually. I just buy a lot of knick knacks I don’t use with my left over money.
MAIA
What kind of knick knacks?
DAN
Oh you know. Instruments. Books. Crock pots.
But I’m trying to change. I’m trying to learn the G chord.
MAIA
I wanna swim in your music.
DAN
You can’t.
MAIA
But I want to. I wanna swim in it. Like a fish.
DAN
My music isn’t an ocean.
MAIA
But it can be. It can be a big blue ocean filled with lots of fish. Or one big fish. That’s worth it.
(pause)
You know what I do with my left over money?
DAN
What?
MAIA
Concerts. I like going to concerts.
DAN
I love concerts.
MAIA
I enjoy pumping my fist in the air and dancing with the strangers around me while feeling music.
DAN
I prefer small intimate venues where everyone’s just….
MAIA
Squished…
DAN
Together…
MAIA
Just give me a chance.
DAN
I….I…..I CAN’T.
