[Lights up in a New York City style club. There is a bar along the back, and the front is a floor for dancing. A man enters and looks around, standing by the door as if expecting someone to come over to him. When nobody does he sighs and walks over to the bar. He huffs and sits at one of the stools. The bar tender notices him and walks over to him.]
Bartender:
What can I get for you?
Man:
Just a Gin and tonic for me.
[The bartender nods and makes the drink. Then sets it down in front of the man.]
Bartender:
Whats your problem?
Man:
Well, I'm suppose to perform here tonight, and no one has come and found me yet.
Bartender:
[Nodding] Where you from, anyway?
Man:
Maine.
Bartender:
[Wiping down the counter] Let me give you a little secret. You're a Zero.
[The man offended opens his mouth to speak. The Bartender cuts him off.]
Bartender:
You're in the big city now, boy. Whats you're name?
Man:
It's -
Bartender:
No one's going to ask you. [Pause] You better go find out for yourself where they want you to go.
[The bartender wipes down some more of the counter.]
Bartender:
Because trust me, boy. You're a zero here, you may have been a big shot there. But no one cares who you are or where you are, unless you show them its worth it.
[The man nods, stands, finishes off his drink, and leaves. The bartender shakes his head and smiles, getting another customer a drink. Lights fade.]
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