("NOT FADE AWAY" UNDER....)
(DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS)
GK: Oh. You're in here.
SS: Yeah. Hi.
GK: You're in bed already? It's so early.
SS: I'm just listening to music.
GK: I heard that. Sounds familiar.
SS: You used to have an eight-track tape of this. Remember eight-track tapes?
GK: You sure that was me? Might've been Donnie. Or Ronnie. Or Wyett. Or Lonnie.
SS: It was you. Your old Mustang convertible. We parked down by the river and you put the tape in and then you were all over me and I was looking in the rear view mirror for the red flashing lights.
SS: What are you staring at?
GK: You.
SS: Honey, stop! (WRESTLING, LIGHT SLAPS)
GK: Make me.
SS: This is silly. (YELP) Cold hands! (GK CHUCKLES)
(KNOCKING)
TR (TEEN, OFF): Mom? Dad? Are you in there?
GK: No.
SS: Yes.
TR (TEEN, OFF): Can I come in? I want to talk to you guys about something.
SS: What is it, honey?
GK: No- come back later.
(DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS)
TR (TEEN): Oh there you are. What are you guys doing in here? What's that music? Jeeze.
SS: Nothing. (MUSIC OFF)
TR (TEEN): You guys look all weird or something. Where'd the music come from? What is that?
SS: We're fine, Josh. (DOG PUSHES DOOR OPEN, PANTS) Oh, here comes Rex.
GK: Is there something you wanted?
TR (TEEN): I got my letter from Texas Tech. It's right here.
SS: Oh my gosh. What does it say? Were you accepted?
TR (TEEN): I don't know, I haven't opened it yet.
SS: Well open it, Josh-open it!!!
GK: Go open it in your room and come back later and tell us what it said tonight. Or tomorrow, doesn't matter. (DOG LEAPS, LANDS) Ooof! Your dog just landed right on my bladder. (HEAVY DOG PANTING) He smells like he ate a groundhog.
SS: So open the letter, Josh--- let's hear it!
TR (TEEN): Let me see. Dear Josh: thank you for your application to attend Texas Tech in the fall of 2013. We had many talented applicants this year-
GK: Uh oh.
TR (TEEN): And while we were very impressed with your qualifications, at this time you have been placed on the wait list.
SS: Oh.
TR (TEEN): So. I guess I didn't get in.
GK: So where are you going to live, Josh, if you don't get let off the wait list?
TR (TEEN): I don't know. I was sort of thinking I could stay here until I figure it out.
GK: You were sort of thinking that?
SS: Honey-he could still get in.
TR (TEEN): I could just live in the basement and live-tweet my life until I hear back.
GK: Live tweeting from the basement. Good.
TR (TEEN): You just don't get it.
SS: Well let's look on the bright side, Josh, and hope you get into Texas Tech. So-congratulations?
TR (TEEN): Thanks-I think? (DOG BARKS, OFF) I'm gonna go let the dog out. Bye mom. Bye dad.
GK: Close the door on your way out.
TR (TEEN): Ugh, fine. (FOOTSTEPS, DOOR CLOSES, BUDDY HOLLY MUSIC UNDER, SS SIGH)
GK: Where were we? What are you getting out of bed for?
SS: Oh, honey we have to start renovating the basement. I'm going to Home Barn.
GK: Right now?
SS: We need to rip up that old carpet and paint the basement and put in some shelves if Josh is going to be living down there. Maybe think about adding a bathroom.
GK: He's not going to be living down there.
SS: He probably is, honey, and we just need to face it. (FOOTSTEPS) You want to come with me?
GK: No, that's okay. I'll just stay here and... listen to our song.
SS: Okay.
GK: Did we ever imagine, back when we listened to Buddy Holly, what true love ways would lead to?
SS: Do you want the music on or off?
(A BEAT)
GK: On.
SS: Okay. See you later.
GK: Later. Right. Later. (FOOTSTEPS, DOOR OPENS, CLOSES. GK SIGH, BUDDY HOLLY UP AND OUT).