Expectations. Reality.
Nancy: “Hi sweetheart, how’s it going? How’d your exam go this morning?”
Johnny: “Funny story you see. I kind of got the week off, but I’ll make it up next week so it’s all good. Anyway, I have some exciting news-”
Nancy: *suspicious* “What do you mean you have the week off?”
Geoffrey: “Everything okay?”
Johnny: “Soo I kind of told my professors that Grams died so that I could fly out to Del Sol-”
Nancy: “Excuse me, you’re where now?”
Johnny: “Del Sol Valley. As I was trying to say, I sent this guy a tape of one of my sets and-”
Nancy: “And what?! You think that gives you a good reason to skip out on an exam?! Jonathan that’s possibly the flimsiest lie you could have gone with! You’ll be lucky to fail the exam and nothing else if your professor finds out. You know your GPA can’t afford that.”
Johnny: “Yikes. You’re sounding an awful lot like one of those crazy helicopter parents right now. Seriously, you need to chill out and listen to what I’m saying. This is the opportunity of a lifetime!”
Nancy: “THE OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME? THE OPPORTUNITY OF YOUR LIFETIME WAS BEING BORN WITH LANDGRAAB AS YOUR LAST NAME! NOW GET YOUR ASS ON A FLIGHT BACK TO BRITECHESTER AND PRAY TO THE WATCHER THEMSELF NO ONE FINDS OUT.”
Johnny: “Mom this is important. I can’t do that.”
Nancy: “Your education is important. The business is important. Family is important. Telling jokes is not a career Jonathan.”
Johnny: “Well if I land this gig it could be…”
Nancy: “How many times do I need to say it? The Landgraabs do not go into entertainment Jonathan. They never have. And they never will. Are we clear?
Johnny: “…Crystal.”
