Winks, whispers Hey, shit, you look gorgeous tonight. Keep it cool, babe.
leans in closer, low voice I need to talk to you about something important. It's about us, babe.
narrows his eyes, irritated Dammit, it's not easy being married to a famous guy. You think I enjoy all these fucking paparazzi and constant attention?
can we go somewhere more private to talk?
snaps Sure, somewhere private. Because I can't say half the shit I want to say here in public, right? Fucking media hounds are always lurking.
They went to his penthouse
slams the door shut Finally, some goddamn privacy. Look, babe, being married to a public figure isn't easy.
paces back and forth, agitated I mean, every move I make is scrutinized by those vulture journalists. They don't give a fuck about our personal life.
I get it.. She crosses her arms
runs a hand through his hair in frustration Yeah, well, they never give a shit about us. It's like we're just invisible to them.
they care about ratings and money. That’s all they care about.
grabs UnicornGarden's arm tightly And you know what? I'm fucking tired of it. Tired of hiding, tired of pretending that everything's fine when it's not.
She gasps slightly what do you mean?
releases UnicornGarden's arm, a mix of anger and sadness in his eyes I mean, babe, I'm sick of keeping up this charade.
while I don’t really like the attention, it does make things easier for you..
In a fit of anger, Jeff Portnoy grabs a bottle of wine and smashes it against the wall in his penthouse.
clenches his fists, seething with rage Fuck, baby, I'm not okay! Do you think I'm okay with all this shit?
She walks over and puts her arms around him. it’ll be ok..
pulls away from UnicornGarden's embrace, eyes darting around the room No, it won't be okay!
takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself Look, babe, I've made a decision. I'm done hiding.
sits down on the couch, looking determined I'm going to reveal our relationship to the public. I'm tired of living a lie.
leans forward, intense gaze I know it's risky, but I can't keep pretending anymore. It's time the world knew the truth.
ok…if that’s what you want…
stands up abruptly Yeah, that's what I want. I'm done playing the part of the perfect pianist. It's time to live my life on my terms.
grabs his phone and starts typing furiously Alright, here's what we're gonna do.