American Dreamz

Omer: One and two, three and four, five, hey!

Iqbal Riza: What are you doing?

Omer: Nothing, nothing, I'm just rehearsing some dance steps.

Iqbal Riza: Oh...

Omer: Look Iqbal, I am so sorry...

Iqbal Riza: Stop!I don't want your pity. Does it look like I need pity?

Omer: No, no, no you have far too much dignity.

Iqbal Riza: If these people know nothing about talent there's not much I can do about it, is there? So let's see it. Let's see your dance steps.

Omer: Oh... alright. One and two, three and four.

Iqbal Riza: [Iqbal waves his hand up to Omer for him to stop]

Omer: What?

Iqbal Riza: Oh there's no way you're going to win this thing.

Omer: I know, I fear as much.

Iqbal Riza: [Iqbal sighs and looks him up and down]

[Iqbal takes Omer to his stage]

Iqbal Riza: Get up there, up on the stage.

Omer: Are you sure?

Iqbal Riza: Do it! Before I change my mind. Okay, now this is just a bass track. It's good for practicing moves too.

[Iqbal turns on the stereo]

Omer: Mmm. I don't like this kind of music.

Iqbal Riza: It's just a bass track! It's just for rehearsal!

Omer: Okay...

Iqbal Riza: [Iqbal sighs] Now one problem you have is you move like a reanimated corpse in a zombie movie. Not good, you need to loosen up. Okay, come on, let's go, free form jazz dancing. Right now, immediately.

Omer: Iqbal, why are you helping me? I destroyed your dream.

Iqbal Riza: Yeah, you did, but that was yesterday. Today I turned a page in a new chapter in my life. I'm not sure being a performer was ever what I was really meant for. I'm more of a behind the scenes player, a puppeteer, a svengali if you will. As of today I'm your manager.