Excerpt of The Source

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(from near the beginning)

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            CECIL

You don’t know that. You aren’t some prophet.

 

            DANZER

I am a prophet Cec. When it comes to this, I’m a goddamn fortune teller.

 

            CECIL

Yeah? What do you see in the stars? Or the cards? What is it you consult anyway?

 

            DANZER

The audience. Got it? I consult the audience.

 

            CECIL

The audience?! That’s my job. (Improvise: Every night I’m….etc.)

 

            DANZER

Look, you had a chance. Lotta guys with as much talent never got that.

 

            CECIL

What do you know about talent?

 

            DANZER

You were an unknown. We gave you a record deal. Your records didn’t sell. Got it? They didn’t sell.

 

            CECIL

Who you talkin’ for man? You talkin’ for yourself or you talkin’ for the label.

 

            DANZER

I’m talkin’ for myself.           

 

            CECIL

The hell you are. You came to me, Danzer. Remember that? Remember that night?

 

            DANZER

I remember that night.

 

            CECIL

I’m sittin’ backstage and you come in—jive talkin’. You approach me, man. You approach me!

 

            DANZER

(Remembering the magic and starting to waver.) I thought, I thought you had something.

 

            CECIL

How many guys told you I was an influence? Huh Danzer? How many musicians pointed to me? Tell me that? How many?

 

            DANZER

Three? Four? (Beat.) What? They mentioned your name? They said you had something.

 

            CECIL

Seven. Right Danzer? It was seven, wasn’t it?

 

            DANZER

A cool seven.

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