My Mama Bear is better than your Mama Bear.
A walk in the Asbury Park
A BARISTA reads aloud a cup scribble. “Skinny latte for… Apiano Grande?”
ARIANA GRANDE glides through the crowd. “Ariana, actually.”
She reaches for the cup. A STEINWAY bumps her aside. “Excuse me, miss, that’s mine.”
Gripping the cup, Ariana’s baffled.
The piano insists. “A piano, grande.”
She spins the cup to confirm that it is, indeed, his.
He clears the arpeggio out of his throat. “Could you just…?”
Ariana places the cup on his lid. He rolls away.
She turns back to the barista and smiles.
He hands over her drink. “Too skinny, Grande.”
PIANO, PIANO FADEOUT.
A friend, in sea-sickness and in shellth.