Monday, November 3
Henry Has Plans
I'm gonna perform next week.
(At an Internet cafe in Soho, Mike runs into Henry.)
Henry: Hey, Mike. How are you doing?
Mike: Not bad. I'm gonna perform next week at the Beacon Theater.
H.: That's a far cry from waiting tables at your dad's place. Making any money?
M.: Not really. I can't even pay my rent this month. I had to drop a lot of work in order to rehearse.
H.: Aren't you getting paid for dancing?
M.: They're paying us after the performance. I'll have to hold out till then.
