bold -tom
italics -geovanna

"You actually did it, hi."

[ chuckles softly ]

"Of course I did, I always do what I'm told."

"Anyway, are you up for a story?"

[ shuffling noises are heard ]

"You really don't have to tell me anything. I don't mind."

[ sighs ]

"No, it's fine. It's good for me to talk about it."

[ takes in a deep inhale ]

"I was five when my parents died in 9/11. My adoptive sister and I were in England visiting my cousin when it happened. They were flying to New York of a gig they got. Pamela and Brian Ricci were musicians."

"Geo... I'm so sorry."

[ sighs with shuffling heard in the background ]

"No... it's okay."

[ sniffling is heard ]

"My sister, Indie and I were sent to live with my grandpa after it. I became a musical protege."

[ laughs sadly ]

"My sister and I created this band where she sang and I played the instruments."

"..."

"Then when she was 18 and I was 15 she died."

[ sniffles and shuffling sounds ]

"C-Car accident. Drunk driver."

"...."

"...."

"Where are you?"

[ sniffles ]

"Home."

"Where?"

[ shuffling noises, keys rattling ]

"Tom... no. It's fine. You need to shoot-"

"You are more important than that movie right now."

"Absolutely not, Tom. You're staying there. I'm fine. I have my grandpa with me."

"I hate how you're like that."

"Like what?"

"Selfless."

"Someone has to be in the world."

"..."

"..."

"Listen, my grandpa is calling me..."

"Yeah, no, it's fine."

"I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Of course. Always here to talk."

"I know. Bye."

"Bye, Geo."

Call Ended