Rebecca's Dream (1)
I'm right-and you know it.
I have to go.
Rebecca, we have to talk.
Not now, Matt.
I'll wait right here till you're done.
Matt, you don't have to wait for me.
Yes, I do. I'll be right here.
It'll be a couple of hours.
All right. Bye.
Where are you going? The front door is over there.
I have to use the employees entrance.
Excuse me, the Gold Room? This way? Thanks.
Hello, Rebecca. We're almost ready.
Listen, I need to change.
There's a ladies' room over there.
I'll be right back.
How are you?
Welcome to the Gold Room. I'm Rebecca Casey and this is Steve Davis.
Here's a song I wrote. I call it 'Traveling Light.'
Why don't you wait out in the lobby.
Here's your share. Twenty...thirty...forty...and five.
Forty-five. Good thing I have a day job.
Good thing we both do.
We'll do better next time.
Rebecca, I have something to tell you. There isn't going to be a next time, for me.
I'm tired of this. My wife's expecting. The bills are piling up. This (waving the cash) isn't a salary. It's peanuts.
But, Steve, we're getting lots of calls...We're playing at a wedding next week ...
I want to spend my weekends with my wife, not at weddings for people I don't know.
Steve, you shouldn't, we've worked so hard.
You know how I feel...It's always the same old story: no money, no appreciation. Sorry, Rebecca, but this is it for me. You'll find another piano player. Bye. Take care of yourself.