Jenny is wearing a tiny dress and a jacket, which is sort of irritating but looks totally awesome. This is her idea of talking. "So. Belgium, huh? I bet they have really good waffles. My family's really into waffles." Love. That. So Demian, that's his name by the way, Demian, is smarmy and dumb and hates his dad, who moves around a lot and doesn't care about Demian and whaa-whaa and worked on the Oslo Accord ("That sounds major," Jenny blands) and more whining and then some Chapin Mean Girls are also fooled into thinking that Demian is hot and they stare and Jenny realizes that boys are power so she's all about to let him off the leash and flirt with them and make them die of jealousy of her boy property but after being flirty with the CMGs he goes instead to a radio sailboat kiosk and gets a big sailboat and gets his shoes wet putting it in the water. "It might be cool in Belgium, but in Manhattan only little kids do that," Jenny says, freaking out as the Mean Girls laugh and her boy property turns out to be subprime. And it's dorky and second-childhood and his shoes are going to smell weird all day now and just like that, Jenny finds out about trusties. Wait til they're in bed and he starts asking her to choke him and all that shit. Expand those horizons right into celibacy, they will.
Check out "Not Just A Long Face" by the Magic Bullets, which sounds even more like Morrissey than you were thinking, and thus fulfils the obligation of any song played in the Bleecker to be sort of annoying, sort of catchy, sort of forgettable, but also to ping the whole Morrissey thing and the deep dark pit of suck that lies in the souls of Humphrey and Abrams:
Still can't help the way I feel
It's natural to me and real
My heart goes out to those who can't
Share this sentiment
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Come on, come on!"
...They can't understand
It's just how I am
Not just a long face
I mean, how great is that? So all the Cabareteers are gathered around a table while Paul Hoffman acts disgusting some more and there's like one hot one, who looks crammed full of ennui and even though you can't see a scarf you know it's there in spirit, just wrapped around his bored little neck in a Loose Loop. So this play thing is like an activity, where they write and rehearse their reimagined fairytales all within eight hours. That's so edgy and so not conducive to excellence, but they do that shit all the time. So among the guests at the Cabaret will be Tisch faculty and alums and Paul's quote "legit agent." I want to remove his melon with a Sur La Table melon-baller, one small melon-ball of melon at a time.