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INT. RECORDING STUDIO
Bobby Blues, propped on a stool, strums his guitar as he sings.
(Daa dow dow dow.)
BOBBY BLUES (Singing)
My baby, she didn't leave me.
(Daa dow dow dow)
My job hired me back.
(Daa dow dow dow)
I gave up my drinking.
Saw Virgin Mary on top my flapjacks...Sold it on Ebay.
I got the...
(Da dow da dow da dow. )
A sour cord, then Bobby Blues cuts the song short.
BOBBY BLUES
I got nothing that's what I got.
MR. PRODUCER
Baby, what's the deal-e-o?
BOBBY BLUES
Who am I, I said who...am...I?
MR. PRODUCER
You're 5 time Grammy winning blues singer Bobby Blues, that's who you are baby.
BOBBY BLUES
So I know blues and this ain't blues.
Mr. Producer puts his arm around Bobby Blues.
MR. PRODUCER
I've seen it before baby. All the good ones go through it. You just lost your inspiration.
BOBBY BLUES
There ain't nothing out there to make me sad. I'm a happy man Phil.
MR. PRODUCER
You're Bobby Blues baby. You got number one hits up the pie hole. Like, like "I Lost My Hubcap on I-10-. Or, or "Fat Broad Don't Never Cook for Me-. What was the other one? The song of the year?
BOBBY BLUES
"I Ain't Getting' No Colonoscopy-.
MR. PRODUCER
Yeah, that's it! If you're out of ideas, Blues are doomed baby.
Bobby Blues shrugs his shoulders.
MR. PRODUCER
On Tuesday...what was his name? Your dog. The one who died.
BOBBY BLUES
Muddy Biscuits.
MR. PRODUCER
Inspiration baby. Draw from it.
BOBBY BLUES
Hell-of-a dog. Ol' Muddy didn't know when to shut up though. He'd keep me up all night with his howling. So I shot him.
(Off producer's reaction)
In the head.
(Off producer's reaction)
With poison tipped darts I shoot out of my harmonica. I keep it under my pillow for such emergencies.
Bobby Blues strings a new tune.
BOBBY BLUES (Singing)
I murdered my hound dog, so I could catch some Z's. Ohhh I murdered my--
Mr. Producer eases his hands down on the strings, stopping the song.
MR. PRODUCER
Last I checked you're a musician not a quarterback.
INT. RECORDING STUDIO
Bobby Blues, propped on a stool, strums his guitar as he sings.
(Daa dow dow dow.)
BOBBY BLUES (Singing)
My baby, she didn't leave me.
(Daa dow dow dow)
My job hired me back.
(Daa dow dow dow)
I gave up my drinking.
Saw Virgin Mary on top my flapjacks...Sold it on Ebay.
I got the...
(Da dow da dow da dow. )
A sour cord, then Bobby Blues cuts the song short.
BOBBY BLUES
I got nothing that's what I got.
MR. PRODUCER
Baby, what's the deal-e-o?
BOBBY BLUES
Who am I, I said who...am...I?
MR. PRODUCER
You're 5 time Grammy winning blues singer Bobby Blues, that's who you are baby.
BOBBY BLUES
So I know blues and this ain't blues.
Mr. Producer puts his arm around Bobby Blues.
MR. PRODUCER
I've seen it before baby. All the good ones go through it. You just lost your inspiration.
BOBBY BLUES
There ain't nothing out there to make me sad. I'm a happy man Phil.
MR. PRODUCER
You're Bobby Blues baby. You got number one hits up the pie hole. Like, like "I Lost My Hubcap on I-10-. Or, or "Fat Broad Don't Never Cook for Me-. What was the other one? The song of the year?
BOBBY BLUES
"I Ain't Getting' No Colonoscopy-.
MR. PRODUCER
Yeah, that's it! If you're out of ideas, Blues are doomed baby.
Bobby Blues shrugs his shoulders.
MR. PRODUCER
On Tuesday...what was his name? Your dog. The one who died.
BOBBY BLUES
Muddy Biscuits.
MR. PRODUCER
Inspiration baby. Draw from it.
BOBBY BLUES
Hell-of-a dog. Ol' Muddy didn't know when to shut up though. He'd keep me up all night with his howling. So I shot him.
(Off producer's reaction)
In the head.
(Off producer's reaction)
With poison tipped darts I shoot out of my harmonica. I keep it under my pillow for such emergencies.
Bobby Blues strings a new tune.
BOBBY BLUES (Singing)
I murdered my hound dog, so I could catch some Z's. Ohhh I murdered my--
Mr. Producer eases his hands down on the strings, stopping the song.
MR. PRODUCER
Last I checked you're a musician not a quarterback.
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