Onika parks in front of the Knowles house. Blue, in the passenger seat, looks to the light glowing in the window.
Onika: She waiting up for you?
Blue: Na. I pretty much come and go as I
please. She cringes at how ridiculous that sounded.
Blue: Anyway, I had a really good time
tonight.
Onika(polite): Yeah, me too.
She pulls a CD from her breast pocket and hands it to her.
Blue: Here, this is for you.
Onika :What is it?
Blue: It's me. My music, I mean.
Onika: Okay ...
Blue: Go ahead ... play it.
Onika: Now?
Blue slips the disk into the car's CD player. A METALLICA SONG played by a string quartet pours from the speakers. It's astonishingly good.
Onika: This is you?
Blue : On the cello.
Onika :You're really good.
She smiles, embarrassed but delighted.
Blue: I'd like to play professionally
some day. That's my dream anyway.
Onika : that's Cool.
Blue: Well, thanks for going with me ...
and driving ...
She leans in and gives her a tender kiss. Onika blinks with surprise and kisses her back.
Onika: Yeah, no problem.
Blue gets out of the car, but becomes tangled up in the seat belt. She shuts the door and looks through the open window.
Blue: Well, good night.
Onika waves and pulls away. A stunned smile broadens across Blue's face.
Beyoncé makes a cup of tea. Blue enters, adrenaline pumping.
Beyoncé :So, how'd it go?
Blue: She's really cool. I mean she just
gets it, you know? And you should have seen how much she dug my music.
Beyoncé: You let her listen to your music?
Blue: Yeah, I gave her a CD.
Beyoncé: Wow, BluBlu. That's ... big.
Blue sees the wariness in her eyes.
Blue :What?
Beyoncé :Nothing ...
Blue: You don't like her, do you?
Beyoncé : Of course I do, I just want you to be careful
Blue: Don't worry mama, I will be
Beyoncé : Ok, now go get ready for bed. I love you
Blue: I love you too mom, good night