But I’m the only one gotta wear it! Not you. Not them.
CAL
It ain’t right, but what choice do we have? What choice do we ever have?
DESSI
Cal, no. If we play down South, I’m pissing in cups and shitting in the woods. Eating on busses. And up here, this?
CAL
It’s all America, Dess.
DESSI
Well, I’m good and damn tired of it.
CAL
We all are. Look, I’ll take you somewhere nice for dinner. Just . . . put it on? For me? For the band? So we can get paid and get outta here?
Dessi wipes awaya tear and nods. Cal squats down in front of her and gently smears on the grease paint.
CLOSE SHOT ON DESSI
She stares at her darkened face in the mirror before standing and following Cal out.
INTERIOR – THEATER STAGE
Spotlighton the band and Dessi, who sings an upbeat song in the dark makeup, forcing herself to smile.