Tilda, you seen my passport?
Dessi walks out to the fire escape where Tilda leans her elbows on the rail and blows smoke from a cigarette.
DESSI
My passport! You seen it? Cal will be here to get me soon. I coulda sworn I just had it.
TILDA
I still don’t understand why you gotta go off to Europe anyway. The band’s making perfectly goodmoney playing clubs like Café Society. But no! That ain’t good enough for high-and-mighty Cal. He gotta go overseas and prove something.
DESSI
It’s a big opportunity, Til. We making perfectly good money, yeah, but in Paris, London, Rome—we can make great money. More to send home to Mama. More for you and me.
Dessi grabs Tilda’s cigarette and takes a long draw.
DESSI
’Sides, I want to see the world.
Tilda snatches her cigarette back, stubbing it out on the rail with jerky movements.
TILDA
Thought I was your world.
DESSI (CARESSING TILDA’S FACE)
Aw, baby. You are. I’ll send money back so soon you won’t have to work at the Savoy no more. I’m doing this for us.
TILDA
Tell yourself that lie. You the one that want to be a star. This is for you, Dessi Johnson. Or should I say Dessi Blue since that’s what Cal’s calling you now?
DESSI
And if I do wanna be a star, what’s wrong with that?
TILDA
You shooting too high is all. I don’t want to see you fall.
DESSI
You could hope I’ll fly. Could you just do that ’cause you love me?
Tilda nods reluctantly.
DESSI
And you’ll wait for me? ’Cause I’ll wait for you.
TILDA
Yes, just don’t be gone too long. You know I hate waiting on hot fried chicken, much less waiting for your skinny ass.
They laugh and hug each other. Cal calls from the street below, waving in front of a parked car.
