Cherry Pop Page #2

Sing live?

Yeah, that's my act.

I sing live.

Honey, we're all singers.

Bam, I have three albums.

You don't see me complaining.

So just go out there

and you're gonna

do what you're told.

-Okay?

-Okay but...

-No, no.

-No, but...

Bop, sh.

Good girl.

-Hey.

-What?

Ariela, it's your mom, girl.

-I'm sorry, your mom's here.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, I - - I.

-Your mom's here.

-I get, I...

Your momsy

came to see you today?

I just, I don't know.

-You want the...?

-No keep them.

They're good actually.

This is what, I was really

into, scat for a while.

Not jazz,

just I was into... scat.

Scat?

Like scooba-dubba-dop-dop-doop?

You're new in town.

You're new.

I'm gonna tell you about scat.

It's,

Okay, okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

So, if you're free later.

Honey, hey pumpkin.

Hey, Mom.

What are you doing here?

I, I'm here to watch the play.

God, okay.

Makeup's a little heavy.

Is it one of those Asian plays?

I've told you a thousand times,

mom, that we're drag queens.

You're playing a queen?

How Shakespearean.

Ariela's mom always

dreamt of having a daughter

with whom she could dress up,

play Barbies,

and have tea parties with.

Instead, she had a son.

Whom to her surprise

enjoyed being dressed up,

playing with Barbies

and attend tea parties

as much as the

neighborhood girls.

But even so, she was still

waiting for the day her prince

would bring a real princess

into their lives.

Okay, I have to go.

Okay, I just wanted to wish you

luck before your show, honey.

Okay.

-I'm gonna go.

-Okay.

Is Brenda coming?

I'm not sure

if Brendan is coming.

If she comes,

you tell her to text me, okay?

Well, if he does

I'll let you know, if HE does.

-Okay.

-Him, him.

Come on.

Sorry.

Break legs, I love you.

Yes, it's fine for now.

I just wouldn't touch the box.

Great, thanks Hector.

So we're good

for tonight, right?

Yes, we are.

-Just don't touch the box.

-Okay, great.

Hector, thank you.

We're pretty swamped back here,

so I'm gonna get back to it.

Sure, yeah.

Half past already.

Hey, there's a show tonight,

right?

Ye - - yes, yes.

It'll be starting

any minute.

We're just running

a little bit late.

Hey, this damn.

Woo-woo.

I'm not sure what

Terry wanted in life,

but he sure did love

the Cherry Pop queens.

I mean this guy

never missed a show.

Every week he was there, even

though he wasn't supposed to.

You know, because

of the restraining orders.

What time is it?

- It's Terry time.

- Jesus.

Hey, will you

watch the bar for me?

I got to check in the back,

see what the hell's going on.

Michael.

Terry.

Angry little

mother f***er, ain't he?

-Hey, Terry.

-Eric, my man.

Hey, the show

hasn't started yet?

Nope.

It'll be on soon now.

Delicious, I think

I'm gonna get me a seat.

You mind fixing me a drink?

Usual?

One Terry and tonic, yes sir.

Eric, my man.

Yeah,

All right, and make sure you put

your tip on my tab, all right?

I got you, I got you.

Kitten,

what the hell is going on?

I'm trying to get Godzaza to

come out of her f***ing cave.

I don't care.

Start the show without her.

Zaza, open this door.

I'm untucking.

Don't you dare untuck.

What are you doing?

I'm choosing a monologue.

This one's

got a cowboy in it.

Like that movie, you know,

Broke ass Mountain.

We said we broke up,

see, so you know I...

- I know, I know.

- Is this seat taken?

Hey girl.

Drop it.

Hi.

Jizzelle.

That's beautiful.

Is that southern?

Not when I'm upside down.

Dante.

Like the writer?

No, like the volcano.

Eric my man, all right.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Pardon me, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse - - excuse me.

Excuse me!

Rude ass mother f***er,

like you own the place.

Around here, Terry's table.

Show you what...

Honey,

you are looking fabulous.

You look just like a real girl.

Isn't that

what we all hope for?

Are you in the show?

Heaven's no.

I'm no Joan Crawford,

but I do have my respect

for proper hangers.

You know what I mean?

No, actually,

my son is in the show.

Congratulations.

Like father, like son.

Sure, I guess there

are things in common.

Excuse me,

why are you touching my things?

According to Choriza,

she was once the most

beautiful girl of her village.

I don't know what women

from there look like,

but she had moved here

in hopes of becoming

the next Miss America.

I know, long story short,

she ended up working

a lot of odd jobs

and living in a lot of random

places with other immigrants

until she ended up

working here at Cherry Pop .

Legally, of course.

What do you mean things?

My makeup, honey.

Gosh, Choriza,

just leave her alone.

Andale , shoo, shoo.

She touching my makeup.

I'm sorry, I thought

it was the dressing room's.

Here, hon, just take this.

You're gonna want to use that,

that's probably made in Mexico.

Mira, pendeja.

First of all,

I'm not from Mexico, okay,

I'm from Puerto Rico.

So technically, I'm American.

And secondly,

my makeup, from China.

And speaking of makeup,

where the hell is my

God damn mascara?

Well, honey, I would be more

concerned with those eye brows.

Well, the one eyebrow

that you've got going on,

more than I'd worry

about those eyelashes.

I'd worry about them damn

teeth you got in your mouth

before you worry

more about them lips.

You Mister Ed

looking mother f***er.

Meet Collin and Latron,

our very own odd couple.

Collin was

an Ivy League graduate

and the son of a senator

from Connecticut

who dreamt about

fame and fortune.

I always knew her as Blanquisha.

Latron was from a low-income

family in the south

and dreamt about the exact

same thing.

I knew her as White Chocolate.

Did you think

this was Collin?

Tsk, tsk, did you

vote for Trump as well?

Bet it was you

that stole my makeup.

Do we now?

You use

foo-foo mascara as well?

Actually, yes, I do's.

No, you don't.

For us, from us.

Okay.

Even if it was your makeup,

I'd be doing it a favor.

A favor?

No, darling.

There's no makeup in this world

that could ever

do your face a favor.

Listen here, you 1987

Rhythm Nation fat ass

Janet Jackson wanna be?

F - - hold on, fat ass?

-Fat, thick.

-Don't you - - ever.

Ever.

Ever, call Miss Jackson,

if you're nasty, fat.

You b*tch.

Security.

Security.

There is a black man

up in here.

B*tch, where?

I am not black.

I'm dark white.

Did someone say

black man in here?

Okay look, ,

I was young,

they said there

was gonna be nudity.

But I thought

it was gonna be like

more of an art piece

kind of thing.

I didn't know the name

of the film was so literal.

No, girl,

I didn't get the lead.

I was the one he was in .

Goo.

Dellusia was special.

She didn't have dreams,

but fantasies.

She wasn't just the actor,

writer, painter, sculptor,

playwright, teleplaywright, or

the great dramatist, novelist,

activist, Satanist and botanist

that she claimed to be.

She was so much less

than all of that.

She was a person.

And with or without

the respect no one had for her,

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