JIM.
Pick a tune? I bet if you fool with me I’ll pick your bones jus’ like a buzzard did the rabbit. You can’t sing and now you wants to dance.
DAVE.
Yeah, and I’ll lam your head. Come on and play, good-for-nothing.
JIM.
All right, then. You say you can dance … show these people what you can do. But don’t bring that little stuff I been seein’you doin’ all these years. (JIM plays and DAVE dances, various members of the crowd keep time with their hands and feet, DAISY looks on enjoying herself immensely.)
DAISY.
(As DAVE cuts a very fancy step) I ain’t seen nothin’like this up North. Dave you sho hot.
(As DAVE cuts a more complicated step the crowd applauds, but just as the show begins to get good, suddenly JIM stops playing.)
DAVE.
(Surprised) What’s the matter, buddy?
JIM.
(Envious of the attention DAVE has been getting from DAISY, disgustedly) Oh, nigger, I’m tired of seein’you cut the fool. ’Sides that, I been playin’all afternoon for the white folks.
DAISY.
But I though you was playin’for me now, Jim.
JIM.
Yeah, I’d play all night long for you, but I’m gettin’sick of Dave round here showin’off. Let him git somethin’and play for himself if he can. (An OLD MAN with a lighted lantern enters.)
DAISY.
(Coyly) Well, honey, play some more for me, then, and don’t mind Dave. I reckon he done danced enough. Play me “Shake That Thing”.