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Audrey is reading a magazine. Gosh, she sure looks swell. Seymour sneaks glances at her when he's not counting the cracks on the wall as he slouches at the table.
They sang - sure, everyone sang - and he had a solo bit. And not one thing has happened. Things are supposed to change when you get a number.
But, then again, look at the kind of number it was. About Skid Row. Everything becomes rusted and dirty and broken so quickly here. Maybe even the laws of the universe get broken. Maybe the number meant absolutely nothing. Just my luck, just my luck....
"Six o'clock, and we haven't sold as much as a fern."
Seymour glances up at the clock and realizes Mr. Mushnik is right. It is six.
"That's it!" Mr. Mushnik slams his hand down on the counter. Seymour jumps. "Don't bother coming in tomorrow!"
Seymour gapes, terrified, then looks to Audrey. "You don't mean--!"
They sang - sure, everyone sang - and he had a solo bit. And not one thing has happened. Things are supposed to change when you get a number.
But, then again, look at the kind of number it was. About Skid Row. Everything becomes rusted and dirty and broken so quickly here. Maybe even the laws of the universe get broken. Maybe the number meant absolutely nothing. Just my luck, just my luck....
"Six o'clock, and we haven't sold as much as a fern."
Seymour glances up at the clock and realizes Mr. Mushnik is right. It is six.
"That's it!" Mr. Mushnik slams his hand down on the counter. Seymour jumps. "Don't bother coming in tomorrow!"
Seymour gapes, terrified, then looks to Audrey. "You don't mean--!"