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Recently broken up, Gabriella tells Luis he’s on his way to a life he’s going to regret.
GABRIELLA
(Plays notes and sing)
There once was a man, who had to look over his shoulder/
Kept his hands out his pocket and didn’t bother with a holster/
His reputation proceeds him, streets need him/
Even against all odds, he always got even/
(Sees Lou, to band)
Hold on everyone.
(Fake smile)
Hey, you. Rehearsing. You know, working on my Hip-Hop-Latin-Jazz fusion shit. It’s a no wonder why I aint signed yet.
(Looks to band, returns, stage whisper)
What are you doing here? I told you not to come. He’s with his abuelo. Yes, thanks to you, I’m staying with my sister and the rest of the third generation Boricuas in Connecticut reminiscing about the old block while listening to Salt-N-Pepa. No sh#t, I’m bored outta my mind but we’re safe, Lou!
(Gestures for the band to keep back, to Luis)
Is it true? You know. Don’t “Gabs” me. Is it true?
(Reads him)
Well, I already know. Richie’s sister. The stupid one. And if she knows… You promised me you’d stop. When? When you’re dead and buried? When you’re in prison? When you make me send you letters and pictures of our son, commissary deposits, visits, stand in line, get felt up, eyes – all so I can ask you how you doing and for you to say, “I’m good” – then? You can’t be with us if you’re doing life. You aint the type to go in for a misdemeanor. If it’s gonna something, it’s gonna be something big. And you won’t even care. That’s always been the problem, babe. Are you even listening to me right now? I see you looking at me but is anyone in there? They way you dissociate…you go further every time…you live at the edge of the universe.
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