JUSTIN IS TRAVELLING ON A TRAIN.
FX: SOUND OF A TRAIN
JUSTIN:
(SINGS TO HIMSELF)
SCOUT:
You know - you've got a really nice voice.
JUSTIN:
(PLAYFULLY) Shut up!
SCOUT:
No - seriously! What was that song you were just singing?
JUSTIN:
Oh - you wouldn't recognise it.
SCOUT:
Try me!
JUSTIN:
No - I mean it was ad libbed.
SCOUT:
Hey - do you know what you should do?
JUSTIN:
Change seats?
SCOUT:
Audition for the X Factor!
JUSTIN:
Me? On the X Factor? I wouldn't make it past boot camp!
SCOUT:
Oh, you could go MUCH further than that!
JUSTIN:
You really think so?
SCOUT:
Listen, if I promised you a place in the final twelve - what would you say?
JUSTIN:
I suppose I'd politely remind you that the X Factor is a scrupulously meritocratic programme, with a perfectly level playing field!
SCOUT:
Sure... good point! But what if in spite of all that - I were to reiterate everything I just said?
JUSTIN:
Then my faith in reality television and indeed in humanity itself; would be shattered forever!
SCOUT:
Sure, sure... but, supposing that WAS actually the case - WOULD you audition?
JUSTIN:
I think we both know the answer to that question!
