The queen of bad hair days and the geeky little guy who looks like Ed Begley Jr. if good ol' Ed was high somehow get the first guy who looks a little bit like Keith if Keith Richards was much shorter and had a few less teeth into the back seat of the car. He's really kind of cute but in a scary way, thinks Betty, As she watches him from where she's standing on the flat roof of the bar. "They've got him in the back now" she calls out to Rachel who puts out her cigarette and pours herself another margherita, takes a drink and then sets down the glass Rachel tries to figure out the fingering for Personality Crisis one more time. Two weeks! Two weeks to our first gig! What the hell were we thinking? Two years, maybe If we all survive. Betty just keeps on talking She says "Ed's tryin' to get into the back seat but Li'l Keith keeps tryin to get out It's like he don't know what he's doin' or why he's even in there or maybe he's bein' kidnapped What d'you think? Jesus, does that girl ever shut up? Rachel wonders as she fumbles for the chords Boy are her fingers feeling sore. Two weeks! Two weeks to our first gig! What the hell were we thinking? Two years, maybe If we're all still alive. "Betty yells, "They're going!" as she hops down off the tiles and heads back to the table. Where she pours a margherita, sits down sailor-style on the red-painted concrete floor "What d'you think they're doing?" Betty's asking Rachel Rachel keeps on playing Betty keeps on talking "I think the first guy was a dealer and Lil' Keith's a rock star and some stuff he sold him must've been bad and Ed Begley and Bad-Hair Girl are like Lil' Keith's manager and his P.A. or maybe one of them's his lawyer and the other one's the pilot and they've come to take him to the airfield to fly back to where they came from and get his blood swapped so he doesn't die... Jesus, does that girl ever shut up? Rachel wonders, meaning Betty who she wishes now she'd never got to know If anyone's had bad drugs, girl Then it's you Two weeks! What the hell was I thinking? Two years, maybe If I haven't killed you And if you keep on talking I just might... Two weeks! Two weeks to our first gig! What the hell were we thinking? Two years, maybe If we're all still alive.
