ROB: Oh, so you’re playing at Sal’s tonight? Sounds pretty pathetic. Let me guess, you’re trying to get these girls to go so you don’t look like a loser when no one comes to hear you play?
ADAM: Uh… (stammers)
PAIGE: Rob, just leave him alone. Let’s go.
ROB: I hate to break it to you, but we already have plans tonight. Because I got us four front row tickets to the big hip hop concert! (Abby and Lyla squeal)
LYLA: Yes! I’m so excited, I heard Drake’s going to be there!
ROB: (laughs) Yep. Because I know how much my baby loves hip hop. Not some dumb wannabe rock musician. (Rob takes the flyer, crumples it up, and throws it at Adam’s stomach)
PAIGE: Rob, I can’t believe you did that!
ROB: Whatever. Let’s go. (to Adam) Oh, and just a little advice: if you ever wanna score a hot girl like Paige, you need a lot more than some cheap skateboard. You gotta have an expensive car, like my Porsche. (car beeps) See ya later, loser. Let’s go, babe. A few hours later, Rob pulls up in his car with Paige, Abby, and Lyla to Sal’s Restaurant.
PAIGE: Wait… this isn’t where the concert is.
ROB: I figured we could make a quick stop-- to watch Adam play. You know, so we can see how bad he is? So we can make fun of him! (Abby and Lyla giggle)
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