Page 21 of The First Time
Kit: Say it.
Piper: You're not the boss of me.
Kit: Fine. I'll say it. Piper, that's a hell of a fucking accomplishment. You should be proud.
Piper: Thank you.
Kit: If you asked, Mal could pull strings to get you real gigs.
Piper: He could, but he wouldn't do anything that puts me in the "Hollywood party scene." It's not a place for nice girls.
Kit: It's not.
Piper: Why do I know all these uptight rock stars? You're supposed to want to corrupt me.
Kit: You're my friend's baby sister.
Piper: Exactly. It's hot because it's wrong.
Kit: Friends don't want to corrupt friends.
Piper: I guess I buy that. It's your turn now.
Kit: My turn?
Piper: To share your feelings about something.
Kit: You sound like a terrible group therapist.
Piper: I'll strike therapist off my "possible careers."
Kit: I'm sure you could improve with training.
Piper: I don't see it.
Kit: Me either.
Piper: It's still your turn.
Kit: Ask me something and I'll answer.
Piper: Are you excited about the tour?
Kit: Yes.
Piper: Those aren't feelings.
Kit: Damn, thought I'd slip that one by you.
Piper: You should try harder next time.
Kit: I get nervous before shows, but once I'm on stage, I fall into this flow. It's where I belong. I'm excited about that. But the twelve hours a day on a bus with the same few people and the shitty hotel rooms are a drag.
Piper: You have stage fright?
Kit: Yeah.
Piper: I never noticed.
