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Marcus grabs James’ hand, urging him to pause. MARCUS: Things happen, okay? The commercial will end soon. Can you get your head on your shoulders? James nods. MARCUS: Let’s not overthink these things. Let’s just continue doing what we came in here to do. JAMES: Which is? MARCUS: Present fine literature to this two-bit town. JAMES: But, why do we even try anymore? Marcus lifts a finger to James’ mouth. MARCUS: Uhn uhn uh. Back to the show. Marcus guides James to his seat, then walks back to his own. The sound of the commercial ends, and Marcus plays a quick interlude on the piano. JAMES: Thank you, Marcus. Sorry about that unexpected break, ladies and gentlemen. James looks to Marcus who returns his glance. JAMES: Moving right along, allow us to introduce our next guest. INT. KMAN STUDIO - LATER A BEAT POET in a turtle neck, dark Ray Bans, and beret, all in black, sits at the stool with a set of bongos in his lap. He slaps the bongos in a random pattern for a moment, then quickly leans in toward the microphone, which is now at adequate height. BEAT POET: Life. The beat poet slaps the bongos a few more times. BEAT POET: Is. A few more slaps. BEAT POET: Shit. He sets the bongos aside. James looks for a moment. JAMES: Yes. Uh . . . lovely. So . . . what would you say is your inspiration? BEAT POET: I allow my poems to speak for themselves. JAMES: Right. Well, would you care to share some others with us, then? BEAT POET: No more poems need to be read. JAMES: Is that your only one? BEAT POET: What more needs to be said? JAMES: Of course. James lowers his eyes in defeat.

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Vortex 39 - April Online  

The University of Central Arkansas'sVortex Magazine of Literature and Fine Art is an undergraduate run publication, publishing students from...

Vortex 39 - April Online  

The University of Central Arkansas'sVortex Magazine of Literature and Fine Art is an undergraduate run publication, publishing students from...

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