2. Is it Really Mine?

ACT I - SCENE 1

Restaurant, Bucksmore Resort, southern Boulder-Springs, early on a Tuesday evening.

Curtain...

In a discreet booth surrounded by ferns violently ripped from the ground in the Brazilian rainforest and flown by private jet to be repotted in the early morning hours, then discarded like so much leafy trash at closing time, AMAE (pronounced a-MAY) ZINGRACE snuggles her surgically-enhanced nineteen-year-old body against the overstuffed yet neatly tailored Savile Row three-button suit of CEO BIG WILLIE DUMONT. The suit, of course, unbuttoned at the time to provide cleaner lines beneath the warmth and paleness of Ama's swelling bosom. DuMont's ample poundage (weight, not British money, although he has plenty of that as well) sinks into the upholstery, fine ostrich leather, stripped from living birds as henchmen from Oakwood Heights held their heads in the sand and then tanned in desert salts under the Moroccan sun.

As Big Willie had planned, the massive weight of the diamond brooch he'd given his paramour when she gathered him at the airport tugged the front of her "Chocolate and Men, both better when Rich" designer t-shirt low enough to expose just a tiny peek of her left areola.

Lights up. Cue music (contemporary chick-a-boom beat-box but without the F-word every two measures.)

Amae caresses the diamond brooch with the epoxy-nailed fingers of her right hand, notices the extra bit of exposed anatomy, and demurely tugs her t-shirt up a fraction of an inch, which causes a bright flash of light to reflect from the diamond across her silken-smooth-but-recently-augmented cheekbones.

AMAE (Sings)

(OK, the actress really lip-syncs to a male falsetto voice coming from the wings, stage right, because the director didn't really hire her for her singing voice but for her shiny-stretched-skin-recently-augmented cleavage that reminded him of the view up Lexington Avenue from the roof of the Soldiers, Sailors, and Marines Club.)

Look at it shine

Big Willie

Is it really mine?

It sends chills up my spine

Big Willie

Is it really mine?

THE WAITER approaches the table, with a bottle of 1994 Mouton Rothschild, removes the cork and pours a small amount in Big Willie's glass. He looks at the diamonds, then at Big Willie, then back at the diamonds.

WAITER

(spoken aside to the audience)

How naive can this girl be?

(turns back to the table and sings)

What'll it be tonight?

The wine is on the house

As it is every night

(aside) That you're here without your spouse.

AMAE

The wine looks very tasty

But I don't want to be hasty

Could I have some water, to start?

WAITER

No, no

You mustn't

AMAE

But why?

When my throat is so dry.

WAITER

(aside) And what a lovely throat it is

But water isn't safe

(what a dumb slut)

Bugs and creatures and

Who knows what?

BIG WILLIE

Bring us bottled water, then

WAITER

Sorry, all out.

None left in the city.

BIG WILLIE

How can this happen?

Don't you know who I am?

WAITER

(Hmmm, Yes, I do)

A man of power and clout

A seasoned political sage

Who ordered the engineers out

Unless they worked for minimum wage

With blood rushing to his face, Big Willie's flapping jowls turned maroon and he slammed his palm on the tabletop.

BIG WILLIE (Sings)

Get out of my sight

Before you ruin my night

This job, you don't deserve

Send your boss to me

He'll fire you with glee

Then send your replacement to serve.

Waiter exits, stage right.

Amae looks shaken by the exchange, so Big Willie lifts her fingertips and guides them back to the brooch.

AMAE (Sings)

I look so divine

Big Willie

Oh, Willie 

Oh, Willie

My Big, Big Willie

Is it really really mine?

WILLIE (Sings)

It's yours for the night

Babe

I hope that's all right

Babe

Here, have a little more wine

(aside to the audience)

This works every time

Gunshots stage right. Lights dim...