[TOBI enters with a guitar.]
[FRANK looks bemused.]
-Do you play guitar?
Do you play guitar?
Can you play C?
Can you play D minor?
Do you know your fret board like the front of your hand? Like the tips of your fingers? Do you that?
[TOBI takes out the guitar.]
-So you do play the guitar?
How much would it take you to make you play a strum?
I was wondering what might
You know
[TOBI strums a chord.]
-You can do it
Well fucking done
Does that make you feel big?
Do you feel like Mr. Boss?
[TOBI strums a bar of chords, akin to flamenco.]
-You’re wrecking me
You’ve destroyed me
I’m no-one compared to you
[TOBI plays a bass line.]
-Can you do F?
Can you do it?
Play it again.
[TOBI puts down his guitar.]
-Tobi.
-What?
-Play the song.
-No.
-Play our song, Tobi.
[TOBI picks up the guitar.]
-Please
-It’s not our song.
-Please
-No
-Don’t make me beg.
-Go on.
-What?
-Beg for it
-I wanted you to play the guitar.
-I did
That was something I used to do
-Tobi.
-Fucking beg. You’re the one who wants it
-Please don’t
[TOBI raises the guitar in the air.]
-Please don’t
I don’t want have to stop you
-That’s not good enough
[TOBI holds the guitar even higher in the air.]
[FRANK goes to him.]
-TOBI!
[TOBI brings the guitar in a massive smash.]
[FRANK grabs TOBI’s arms, but it’s too late.]
-Is this what you wanted, Frank?
[TOBI repeatedly smashes the guitar into the ground.]
[FRANK is wrecked; the guitar is wrecked.]
[The scene takes a moment to breathe before it…]
ENDS
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