"Dad, what are you doing here?" Dan asked suspiciously.
"Son, we need to talk," Jay responded quietly.
"And if I don't want to?" Dan replied angrily.
"Well, you and Casey are gonna have one smelly office when I sit there for days at a time," Jay answered, still remaining calm.
"Fine," Dan said curtly, then turned towards the cameras.
"In three.. two... one..."
"Welcome back. As basketball season approaches quickly, the Chicago Bulls
management is looking for a new quarterback to replace their former center who
is out for the season with a torn shoulder and broken wrist. For more on this,
lets go to Jack Jankowitz in Chicago. Jack?"
"We're out, thirty-five seconds back," Natalie said over the P.A.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy.
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti.
Silence ruled the room as Dan's father watched his son.
"Dad, I have a show to do right now, I can't talk-" Dan started, then the lights clicked off.
Casey looked around the darkened room confusedly, then turned to Dan.
"The power's out," Dana said as she walked onto the set.
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs
but he keeps on forgetting.
"Well... it appears you have some time right now," Jay said quietly.
"Dana, how much time do we have?" Dan asked desperately.
"Do I look like I'm omnipotent or something? Do I look like a prophet?" Dana asked, not noticing until she turned the presence of the elder Rydell.
"Dad, if we're going to have it out, it won't be in front of these people. Follow me," Dan said, motioning his father to follow.