Phone Call Who: Lydia Hamilton and Isaiah Jones What: Oh the usual crazy. Lyds needs her big brother. When: This evening
Ring. Helloooo? [In the background, a TV can be heard playing softly] [It's oddly echoey where she is and her voice has a slight whine in it] Isaiah? [There's a shuffle of fabric as he sits up on the couch, sounding more alert]Lyds? What's up? [In a hushed whisper] He's out there! ... Who's out there? [His voice is soft, but somewhat dangerous.] [Hissed]Depp! [There's a pause, and then a relieved sigh. Isaiah's voice is back to normal] Well, yeah, of course he's out there. Most people are out there. At this event that I’m at. [Oh yes, there is a touch of hysteria there] Oooohh. ... What am I supposed to do? ....Aren't YOU supposed to know that? [Stage whispered] EDWARD IS MAKING ME HYPERVENTILATE. Well, I haven't exactly ever had the chance to meet Naveen! Just, take a few deep breaths, okay? In and out. Just... Don't talk to him? [There are attempts, along with some shifting] I don't know. But I didn't talk before! Just saw and we had an issue. And my agent's going to come looking.... Tell him... Tell him you're sick! And that you have to leave. I don't know. [Just a groan] Just don't panic, okay? You can do this. I know you can. [Something unintelligible beyond the word 'bathroom'] Huh? [A little louder, bit more urgent] I’m hiding in the bathroom. Oh! But uh, you do realize you’re not going to be able to hide in there forever, right? [There’s a sound of a door opening into the ladies’ room. There’s an ‘eek’ before she whispers] Yes, I know! [There’s a pause, and he sounds a mixture of confused and amused] What was that screech all about? [Same level] Somebody came- [And there’s a female voice, distorted by the phone, asking if everything’s alright. Lyds groans] Do you want me to come get you or something? Call your manager and pretend there was some kind of family emergency? [She nearly nods, before catching it] Please? Your dog died. [To the lady] I’m just fine! My dog died? I don’t think that’s very believable. But don’t worry, I’ll think of something. Uh... Where is this party, again? … Actually, maybe you should meet me somewhere else. I’m not sure they’d let me near it, considering the car... [She’s quiet for a loooooooooooooooooooong time. But to her credit, there’s the sound of water running, faint humming, and then a door being opened and closed. THEN she talks] I dunno, he’d probably believe that on you. And I can’t LEAVE. [He sounds a little incredulous, or perhaps insulted] What exactly have you been telling people about me anyways? How about I park a little ways away and then come in and get you. Would that work? The truth? And I guess that works [SIGH. And she lists off the name of a hotel and where it’s near. Surprise she knows these deets.] [There’s another pause, and he sighs, muttering something in Arabic under his breath] Right. Well, I’ll try and get there as soon as I can, okay? Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Yeah, yeah. [Despite his words, his tone is of fondness rather then sarcasm.] See ya. Stay out of trouble.