"Kurt! Kurt, can you come here please?"

"I'll be there in a couple of minutes, dad."

"No, you'll be herenow!"

"...what's happened?"

"Herenow!"

"... Sorry. Um. What's..."

"What's this?"

"... That's... It's... Where did you find it?"

"I thought I'd start on the post-its. Do a job for you to make going to New York easier."

"Dad..."

"Why did you do it? What made you cancel your flight?"

"... I'm not going, dad."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not going... To New York. I'm staying here."

"And NYADA? You've been accepted; you can't throw your life away!"

"My life is laying in a coma ten minutes from this house, dad! And how far from New York? I have to be here, you don't understand."

"Too right I don't!"

"...I can't go without him, dad. I can't leave Ohio without him."

"I... Oh, come here. It's going to be alright."