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A lyricist moves to New York City aspiring to make it big on Tin Pan Alley.

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Act I

Paul
His eye drawn to the newspaper.
Did you read that thing from that Boston paper about Pretty PollyPretty Polly? They say Gershwin hasn’t given them one tune. Ten years from now, nobody’ll know there was a Gershwin. He won’t live.
He’s pretty pleased about it, too.
Lucille
At least he won’t starve to death.
Paul
It was me that was responsible for Gershwin getting his start. I brought him and Georgie White together.
Lucille
Simply not listening.
Why can’t you see this man in the daytime instead of asking him up here?
Paul
Because I don’t want him to come in the office yet, that’s why. I’m keeping him under cover till I get rid of Fagan.
Lucille
If there’s one thing that’ll round out my day, it’s entertaining a lyric-writer.
Paul
This fella ain’t like the rest of them. He’s got a fresh slant. Take fellas like Fagan, that’s been around Broadway all their life, and all their lyrics sound just alike. If Fagan gave me a new idea, I’d drop dead. But this fella’s got a fresh slant.
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