Tuesday, 18 November 2025, San Antonio, Texas, USA , 11.24 am
Room 3041 Lone Star Hotel
The insistent telephone wakes Sal and the Princess, sleeping since leaving KALA radio at 9 am.
Sal, yawning, pushes a button on the videophone. Mel is projected into the room in 3D, shouting.
"Your Princess is dere to promote our 'Princesita' videopack," Mel shouts. "Nuttin' else! What da hell is she doin'?"
The Princess stands behind her mother, peeking around her at shouting mad Mel.
"She talks about the Christmas videopack . . . " Sal says.
"In-between a bunch of political crap and God-knows-what songs. The message is lost!" Mel shouts.
The Princess looks around her mother, still holding her by the waist.
"We have to tell people about Guatemala now," says the Princess.
"Hell, you don't!" says Mel.
"Aye, we do," says the Princess, coming around her mother and standing straight and tall.
"Hell naw you don't!" shouts Mel. "Not on my goddamn time!"
"It's life or death for Guatemala!" the Princess says, glaring at Mel.
"Yeah, whatever," says Mel. "EVERY morning. One 'Princesita' song and talk about it. You gotta learn about priorities, kid. 'Princesita' is de priority now. Your crap is zero-priority. NO NEW ENGLISH SONGS AND NO POLITICS!"
"Mel," the Princess says, her voice weak and wavering. "They won't understand. They won't push their Presidents. The junta'll stay, killing. And I'll never get home . . . "
"You'll get home fast if you don't wise up . . . tomorrow!" says Mel. "You don't quit your shit and I'll cancel yar contract. BANG, you'll be home! Deported!"
"And BANG BANG BANG! " the Princess says, breaking into tears. "They'll kill us."
The Princess falls on to the Persian carpet, crying into her arms.
She hears Mel shouting on the phone as she cries, "Well den I'd learn when ta shut my mouth and which song I should be singin' if I was you!"
She hears Sal shout that Mel's brain and mouth are unconnected. Then "Click!" Then silence.
Sal picks the Princess up and holds her on the sofa.
The Princess looks up, gasping.
"We're all gonna die," she says.
She shoots an invisible machine gun.
"SH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH!", her lips twisted in a snarl of hatred.
"Yar not gonna stop, are you?" Sal says. "The campaign goes on. Is that it?"
The Princess slowly nods, sniffing.
"If I saved me-self and let the Guatemalans die . . . " the Princess says, shaking her head "No".
Sal hugs her, saying, "Aye, that's the spirit! If millions want your songs and Mel sacks you, how many other producers'll back you?"
"Dunno' ken," the Princess says, looking puzzled.
"'Hundreds if not thousands'," says Sal.
The Princess smiles.
"Mel's a swashin' neddie!" Sal says. "He's not made you a star. It's the fans. You'll not go back to Guatemala vulnerable. A wealth o' greedy wretches'll back you for the money, here or elsewhere."
The Princess hugs Sal, tighter than ever in their history.
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