Danny: Hello.

Chris: Ooh, good, you're still there.

Danny: Where are you?

Chris: At the Jabot boutique, doing a little last-minute shopping before I head home.

Danny: Yeah? Special occasion?

Chris: You'll see. You're not planning on leaving, are you?

Danny: Well, not if you don't want me to go.

Chris: No, nonono, you stay there. I have a little surprise for you.

Danny: Yeah? You gonna model some new lingerie for me?

Chris: Just don't leave. I'll see you soon.

Danny: (Thinking) so what now, you gonna run straight to Chris, tell her that I'm a big liar, I'm all washed up?

Paul: No, I'm not gonna tell Chris anything. You are. (Door opens) (Door closes)

Chris: Hey there, superstar. Did you miss me?

Danny: Of course I missed you, silly girl. Hey, how was your day?

Chris: Oh, I thought it would never end.

Danny: You must be dead on your feet.

Chris: No, strangely enough, I am not. I-I actually feel energized.

Danny: Yeah? Any special reason?

Chris: All I know is when I finished work, I thought I'd come home and collapse, but I'm raring to go.

Danny: Satisfaction of a job well done.

Chris: That's part of it. The truth is, I haven't felt this way in years.

Danny: Felt what way?

Chris: On top of the world. And the difference is you

Danny: You know, now that you mention it, I had a little extra kick in my step today, too.

Chris: It's amazing, isn't it?

Danny: What is?

Chris: How easily we've slipped back into being together.

Danny: Right. I'm as comfortable as an old shoe.

Chris: Oh, that's not what I meant, and you know it.

Danny: Maybe it's because we're older and--and wiser.

Chris: Mm-hmm. No reason for pretense. We're just ourselves, totally honest with each other.

Danny: But things change. I mean, people change. You and I, it's, uh, well, it's been so long since we've been together, and we have a lot to learn about each other.

Chris: And we'll have plenty of time to do that, I hope. But as for tonight, I'm hoping we can sit back, relax, enjoy each other together. Can we do that?

Danny: I can't think of anything I'd rather do.

Chris: Good.

Danny: This is a neat surprise.

Chris: What?

Danny: Well, you wanting me to stay. I figured you'd like a nice, quiet night alone, long, hot bath, right to bed.

Chris: I don't want to be alone, but you've got the rest of it right, which reminds me of the surprise I mentioned.

Danny: For me?

Chris: For us.

Danny: A scented candle. Bath salts.

Chris: Massage oil.

Danny: Somebody has romance on her mind.

Chris: Are you interested?

Danny: What red-blooded male wouldn't be interested in an offer like that? Why don't we first have a glass of wine, huh?

Chris: Sounds good.

Danny: And if you'd like after, I could whip us up some dinner. You know, I'm still a pretty darn good cook, if I do say so myself.

Chris: Dinner I could take or leave. I would, um, like to propose a toast, though.

Danny: By all means.

Chris: To new beginnings.

Danny: And creating new memories.

Danny: Hey, come here and sit down.

Chris: Okay.

Danny: Sit and relax, all right?

Chris: Oh, that feels so wonderful.

Danny: Now don't tell me you forgot what great massages I give.

Chris: How could I forget? You were the master.

Danny: Hey, let me tell you, I still am.

Chris: I can't believe this-- a handsome, world-famous rock star massaging me. Paradise takes on new meaning. Come over here. Did I do something wrong?

Danny: No, no, of course not.

Chris: Then what is it?

Danny: Before this evening goes any further, there's something I have to tell you, something you need to know

 

Chris: What is it? What do you want to tell me?

Danny: I'm not quite sure how to get into this.

Chris: There is someone else in Europe.

Danny: No. No, I promise you, there is no one else.

Chris: Okay. Well, that's a relief.

Danny: Chris, I don't know where you and I are headed, but I do know I want you in my life. But first, you need to know the truth about something. And afterwards, I don't know, you may not feel the same about me

Chris: Now you are scaring me a little bit. Talk to me.

Danny: The thing is I'm not-- I'm not exactly who you think I am.

Chris: You're what, you're Elvis reincarnated?

Danny: I'm serious.

Chris: I'm sorry.

Danny: I haven't meant to lie to you, Chris, or anyone else. But I haven't told you the whole truth.

Chris: About what?

Danny: I let people believe what they wanted to believe about me.

Chris: I don't know what you're talking about.

Danny: I'm talking about my life abroad. It hasn't been exactly the way I'd hoped it would be. The past few years, well, uh... I've had to face the fact that my career in the music business is pretty much over.

Chris: This is about your career?

Danny: I mean, sure, there's a few gigs here and there, but the venues are small, mostly clubs. There are no more stadium concerts.

Chris: Are you recording?

Danny: Not lately. The stuff that's coming out will probably be a remix or a rerelease.

Chris: I had no idea.

Danny: Look, don't get me wrong. I've got money in the bank. I'm just not a star, not here or in Europe.

Chris: Why didn't you tell me this when you came into town?

Danny: Pride, I suppose. It's a hard thing to accept. And, uh... I didn't want anyone's pity.

Chris: And I understand that, but the closer we became--

Danny: Chris, I wanted to tell you, believe me, I wanted to. But then all these emotions and all these feelings came back and I was afraid. I was afraid I would screw up everything that was happening between us. I know that's a lame excuse, but it's the truth.

Chris: This whole time I have been teasing you about being some big rock star. Talk about twisting the knife.

Danny: You had no way of knowing.

Chris: I feel like an idiot.

Danny: If I would have known the other night was gonna happen, I would have told you beforehand, honestly.

Chris: So this has really been bothering you.

Danny: Paul helped me confirm what I already know, and I can't go on pretending.

Chris: What does Paul have to do with any of this?

Danny: Lynne happened to stumble upon the truth when she was surfing the internet trying to find out my next release. Paul did some investigating and he paid me a visit.

Chris: He just can't seem to stay out of my life.

Danny: At first, I thought he was trying to make trouble, too, Chris, the wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was afraid you'd find out from someone else. And he wanted to-- to save you the pain.

Chris: So he asked you to tell me yourself.

Danny: He gave me the push I needed. For once, we finally agree on something. I don't want our relationship based on a lie. I should have told you sooner. It was wrong. All I can do now is apologize and hope you understand

Chris: You know, when you first started talking, I wasn't sure what to expect. All these crazy things went through my mind.

Danny: You're upset with me for not telling you sooner.

Chris: I just wish you'd felt that you could confide in me.

Danny: And I'm sorry. I really am sorry.

Chris: You can't possibly think that any of this matters to me. Maybe when I was 16, and I saw you up on stage with all those screaming, adoring fans, knowing I was your girl, yeah, it was a rush. But we have shared so much beyond that.

Danny: Then you're not mad?

Chris: No, I'm not mad. Disappointed, maybe, only because you didn't feel that we were close enough for you to tell me. I just wish that...

Danny: What?

Chris: That I had been able to be there for you. I'm sure this hasn't been easy.

Danny: I guess I knew it couldn't last forever. I mean... hey, I did have my 15 minutes of fame. But knowing it's over and really accepting it are two different things.

Chris: If there's anything I can do to help.

Danny: Oh, believe me, you have done so much just by being so understanding.

Chris: Listen to me. What you do doesn't matter to me. It's who you are.

Danny: I feel so dumb. I mean, I was so worried about telling you--

Chris: Okay, well, yeah, you should feel dumb. Don't you know how special you are to me?

Danny: If I didn't before, I do now

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