Thank you.
- You okay? - Couldn't be better.
There's a bit up there. That's it.
How do I look?
Fantastic. It's brilliant, mate. Fucking brilliant. Off you go.
I'm just a regular guy...
who grew up with posters of these guys on my walls!
And now I'm one of them!
That's right!
I'm standing here, living proof that if you work hard enough...
and you want it bad enough, dreams do come true.
So follow your dreams, man.
Follow your dreams, because we all die young.
Fucking scintillating, baby!
Quiet! Shut them up behind us. Give us 10 minutes. In we go.
Lock it up! Thank you!
That was something really...
Amazing! You were demented out there.
I thought I was gonna break my neck when I fell.
You brought the audience home. You did fucking beautiful.
Thanks.
It was so heavy hearing the music played to perfection.
We heard it sang right.
- Beautiful. - Right between the eyes.
It was incredible, man. Thanks, Kirk.
The Dragons!
All right, let's go.
Go. Go.
Get the hell out of here.
- Oh, my pass. - VIP. Sorry.
I'm Chris' girlfriend. Manager.
- Who? - Izzy's girlfriend/manager.
- Yeah, right. - She's okay. She's all right.
- Go on. - I'm his mother.
How amazing was he? Brilliant!
Our boy came through tonight. He was on fire.
- Where are you going? - Oh, sorry. I've got...
- No. Go on back, darling. - I'm Izzy's brother.
- I don't think so. - Mom!
What did you think?
- Are you all right? - I am so good.
- Oh, man. - This is insane.
- Arrest her for indecent exposure. - Out of my jurisdiction, bro.
- Mats, get us the tequilas, will you? - Ladies, you're on.
Got an initiation for you. You joined, done a beautiful job.
Now I'll buy you a drink, mate. Hello, ladies. Thank you.
For Izzy!
- Hey! Hang on. No hands. - No hands.
You're hanging with the hardcore now.
Two teeth, come on.
Go on, my son.
You're so bad.
Oh, my God.
- The laws of gravity no longer apply. - I guess not.
You'll get used to it.
You build up a tolerance to it.
Right, okay. I'll get that one going.
- Some crazy stuff happens. - Oh, my God, it's amazing.
It's all good fun. Just makes for good stories, you know?
I'm beginning to have a couple of my own.
You can have a good time as well. It's allowed.
Anything you want. You just have to ask.
- Don't forget. - Oh, I won't.
Cheers.
I'm gonna go to the dance floor.
- Have you seen Emily? - How you doing?
I'm good. I'm really good. I'm great, actually.
Tell me something.
How's it feel to know that everyone in here...
wants to fuck you?
You're serious?
I can't stop touching you. I can't keep my hands to myself.
You know, you've turned me into a silly little groupie.
There she is.
We were just talking about how stunningly beautiful you are, really.
Oh, God, you two. Such a sexy couple.
If I were you, I'd spend all my time in bed.
Come on.
- Sorry about that. - Relax, lover.
You were terrific last night.
Are those my pants?
Yeah, they're a bit snug, but that's how I like them.
- So you think... - Let's not.
People, boat's leaving. All aboard. Quick as you can, please.
Thank you. All right, two lovely people.
Quickly, boys. Boat's going in a minute.
Good afternoon, my darlings. Look, I've been meaning to tell you.
There's a longstanding rule that wives and girlfriends...
aren't allowed on the bus.
The boys don't like distractions when they're working on their music.
You can travel with the wives. They're nice.
Yeah, well, who are they?
That's Kirk’s astrologer...
and his physical therapist.
And that, well, we all know what that is, right? We'd better go.
- I'm gonna ride with Emily. - Oh, no. Sorry. You can't do that.
The boys need you there when they work on the tunes.
Go ahead, babe. I'm fine.
Quick as you can.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
I didn't know about the rule.
Yeah. Just get on the bus.
- Have fun. - You too. Be careful.
The boys are waiting in the back. They're working. They need you.
- What's up, Izz? - What's up?
Izz, you want some?
I was gonna go over the schedule.
Suit yourself. It's good for writing lyrics.
You know, he's a rock star now. The normal rules don't apply.
- I didn't say anything. - You didn't have to.
Somebody's jealous.
No. No, I'm not.
I just know him and he's not that...
Like hell he's not. He's a guy, isn't he?
Look, we all know exactly what happens on that bus.
I met Ghode on that bus.
I didn't say anything.
I know it's crazy, but it comes with the territory.
You either drive yourself batty trying to change it or you adapt.
You gotta let him off the leash once in a while.
Or they get cranky. At the end of the day, they always come home.
And who says you can't have your own fun?
Exactly.
- Do you want some? - No, I'm good. I just had breakfast.
- Okay. Here. - Hair of the dog.
Here's some advice from me. Number one: Learn to share.
Number two: Get very close with his accountant.
And three:
Don't sign anything. I had to learn that the hard way.
You know what I always say. If you love someone, let them go.
And if they come back to you with very expensive jewelry...
then it's meant to be.
I hope I am not as cynical as you are when I am your age.
Honey, she's 23.
22½.
- 23 - I am 22½.
You guys were at my birthday party. I was born...
Move aside, you scallywags. You're getting in the way of future sales.
Be nice to this bloke from MTV.
They're not playing our videos as much...
since the boys trashed their set.
Tell them about that thing you do with your tongue.
- All right, and here we are. - Thanks, Mats.
I'll be back in half an hour. Mind your backs, please!
- Chris, I need to talk to you... - You can't call me that here.
I need to talk to you.
I gotta do this MTV thing, then talk to a producer...
I know your schedule. I get a copy every day.
- Then you know when I'm done. - I'm leaving.
- Just meet me at the hotel. - I'm going to Seattle.
Come on.
Em, what the hell is going on in Seattle?
- Marci and I have been talking... - Who's Marci?
You know who Marci is. My roommate, Rob's girlfriend.
Sorry. I know who she is. I've got things on my mind.
I know, I know.
We've been talking about this business and we got our loan.
- We're going to Seattle to... - When did you do this?
While the wives were out shopping.
Is this a money thing? If you need money...
You know I didn't mean it like that, Em. I swear.
- Are you leaving me? - No. I'm not leaving you.
But I am leaving this. I cannot do this every day.
- I thought we're having a great time. - We are. It has been fun.
But, baby, this is all happening to you. And it's great.
But it's different for me. I can't follow a bus all day.
You don't have to do that anymore. We're getting our own car.
It's not about the car.
What is it?
You know, it's wanting a life.
And I really want to do this thing with Marci in Seattle.
Can we hook up in Seattle when I get there?
Of course. Of course.
All right.
I'll talk to Mats and get you our numbers...
so you can call when you get there.
So I know you got there safe, all right?
So I'll see you in Seattle?
Can I give you some advice, mate?
- What's up, A.C.? - Let the chick go, man.
- So how are we doing? - Lovely. Thank you very much.
- I'll be back to check on you. - I'm sure you will.
Freshening up the blood.
The liver doesn't work as good as it did when I was your age.
Listen, make it easier on yourself.
There's no way it can work.
You start off with the best intentions.
But there's so much pussy coming at you every day that...
finally it wears you down. Then you crack.
Aren't you married to a supermodel?
Yeah, you know why? Because I can.
And you can too.
You got these birds dreaming about having it off with you.
That makes the guys want to be you.
The guys are the ones that buy the records.
So if the chicks don't want you, the guys are gone.
I mean, put it this way:
Your job is to live the fantasy other people only dream about.
Don't go in half-assed.
Dream big.
Live the life.
- You running for pink slips? - See you in hell, Bat Boy.
You ready, Robin?
Go!
You got yourself a Ferrari!
Hello, Wichita.
Izzy? Oh, my God, is that Izzy?
I love you!
Watch out!
Out of my bloody way!
- What's going on? - His wife ran off with Peter Gabriel.
- Let me get that. - That doesn't work.
Ladies, ladies, please. A little bit of decorum, please.
Now, listen. We've got limited space. Just be patient.
I gotta check your credentials, so have your pussy passes out.
If I get to be with Izzy, I am going to shit bricks.
Well, yeah, that'll make a lasting impression.
- Do you dance at Chubbies? - No.
You should. You have a killer body. It's not totally nude there.
We wear G-strings, so the guys respect us way more.
Yeah, that is so true.
Nothing says "respect" like cramming a strip of Lycra up your ass.
Fucking-A, mama!
Yes, that's fine. You're absolutely fine.
Oh, hi. Hello. Now, that's a very important little P, isn't it?
- In you go. Nice. - What's the "P" stand for?
Yes, it's "pass".
Oh, yeah? It's not "pimp"?
- No, it's "personal"... - "Personal friend".
Yeah, "personal friend of the band". Yeah. One sec.
I'm not here to check up on him. I was invited.
- He's doing interviews. - Interviews? Okay.
Tell you what, darling.
I'm not really sure where he is, actually.
If you'd like to wait just...
Of course, wait here if you like. He's actually down there.
What are you doing here?
I live here, Chris.
I thought you were in Seattle.
We're in Seattle. You're in Seattle.
I'm sorry.
- You forgot. - No.
Yeah, you did. You forgot I was coming.
Wait. I did not forget you were coming. Mats.
Told him to arrange... Didn't I say to remind me she was coming?
Shit. I'm so sorry. I really screwed up, mate.
- What do you mean? - Chris, please.
You don't need people taking falls for you. Please.
No, Em. I did not forget.
Chris, don't lie to me. Please don't lie to me.
It might've slipped my mind. But I didn't forget. I remembered...
I didn't remember, but I didn't forget, okay?
Things get crazy. It's hard to keep things straight.
I know. I see that.
- It is. - I know. I see that.
Emily, you look great.
Come on. You're wasted. You're absolutely wasted.
- No, I'm not wasted. I'm tired. - Sorry.
I gotta do him first, because I gotta work at midnight.
Come over here. Stand over here for a second, all right?
- Who are you? - Izzy.
What is this? What?
Izzy. But you don't have to call me that. It's me.
Call me Chrizzy, okay?
You don't have to call me Izz. Call me Chris.
Chris. Well, I'm glad we talked. I'm gonna go.
- Emily, wait. - What? What?
- I'll go with you. - Go with me where?
With you. I'm gonna go to Seattle.
We're in Seattle, Chrizzy.
Sorry, sorry. But...
are you guys done? Because I...
We're done.
Get going on this one because she's gotta be at work by midnight.
Dinner's canceled.
She's really sweet, but I was here first.
Why don't we go in here? Somewhere out of the way.
Can I get a picture, Izzy?
All right, I gotta go. Here you go.
Jorg, it's not very brutal. Can we make it more raunchy?
Sounds raunchy in here.
Maybe it's an E.Q. Thing. Just take a few minutes.
It needs a bit of bollocks to it. E.Q. It or something.
Good hunting at your ranch?
Great. Everything I saw, I killed. Killed something every damn day.
You should bring your new fiancée up there.
She's busy at the moment. Some yearbook committee.
- Got any body to it.
- Hey, Izz. - What's up?
- Hello, Chrizzy. - How are you guys?
- What's with your eyebrow? - Isn't it cool?
You gotta clear it with us before you do that.
Worked on some songs for the album. They're still rough...
but I wanted to get your input before I went further.
I don't know.
Just a thought, but isn't that a cool cover?
No title, no band name. Could be heavy. What do you think?
Izzy, it looks great.
It still needs work.
I'm glad you've been having fun writing songs.
I busted my ass working on the songs.
But the tunes have already been written.
- What do you mean? - A.C. And I wrote them during break.
- I know you and A.C. Do most of it... - Not most. All of it.
But shouldn't I have some input?
I'm singing the tunes, so you at least want my stamp.
I'm not just...
You aren't just expecting me to be some singer-for-hire, are you?
Let me explain. Come here.
Listen, our fans, right, our loyal, die-hard fans...
our very lifeblood, if you will, expect to see certain things.
We give them what they want.
We don't deviate because one disappointed fan can turn into two...
to four, to eight, till the next thing you know...
we're playing to a half-empty hall.
And our lost sheep are off enjoying the rock stylings of, say, Ratt.
So while I understand your impulse to do your own thing...
and I admire it in some small way...
if you want to stay with Steel Dragon...
then you have to reconcile yourself to doing the Steel Dragon thing.
All right? And the Steel Dragon thing is that A.C. And I write the songs.
And you sing the songs that we write.
Am I clear?
Yeah.
Good.
What's he doing?
- What? - Just sing it like it's written.
- I thought I was. - You weren't.
All right. Sorry.
- Great. - Theo, from the top.
Thanks.
Pretty good.
What is it when you do something to somebody and they hate it?
Then somebody does the same to you and you hate it.
I suppose some might call it poetic justice. I don't know.
All I know is I owe a guy named Rob a big fat apology. That's for sure.
We all owe someone an apology along the way. I mean, that's life, man.
A long, long time ago...
when I was at university...
I was married.
No. You were married?
It was before you boys and that rock 'n' roll music corrupted me, man.
Yeah, I still think about it sometimes.
She was really a very sweet girl.
What happened? If you don't mind me asking.
No, no.
One day we were sitting in the park.
Having lunch, me and the wife.
I needed to take a piss...
so I walked to the toilet. You know, in the bathroom.
I'm standing there staring at the wall, as you do.
And all of the sudden, something came over me.
Like a fear that my whole life had already been laid out for me.
I'd finish my studies, get a job.
I'd be working for somebody else...
worrying about things that didn't matter.
So I walked out of there.
Kept going. Didn't come back.
You just left her there?
Yep.
Sitting in front of a half-eaten steak and kidney pie.
Very harsh, man.
She came to see a show a few years ago. She hadn't changed at all.
She married my best friend. A doctor.
They have three gorgeous little kids.
Yeah, she's very happy.
Very happy.
Thank you.
You know, I'm just a regular guy...
who grew up with posters of these guys on my walls.
And now I'm one of them. That's right.
I'm standing here, and I'm proof if you work hard and want it bad enough...
Dreams come true!
That's right. Dreams do come true so follow them.
Me?
- Awesome! - What's your name?
Mike, but my friends call me Thor, God of Thunder!
- Know the rest of it? - Know them all.
I know all your moves. I study you. I love you.
You want to rip the roof off this place?
Are you serious?
Yep.
Go ahead. Get out there. Get out there, bro. It's all yours.
- Everything all right? - Couldn't be better.
Taking a night off, are you?
I'm gonna go take a piss.
I'll see you again.
Off you go.
Chris "Izzy" Cole of Steel Dragon shocked fans...
when he walked offstage.
Izzy's departure is more trouble for Steel Dragon...
as the band tries to maintain its status...
as the industry's top hard-rock act.
As far as I'm concerned, it's much ado about nothing.
There's still four of us left. We're not going anywhere.
I don't give a fuck where he is...
and I don't care if I see that bastard again.
He said to me:
"I need to take a piss."
That's it.
"Mats", he said, "I really need a piss."
One day I realized it wasn't for me anymore.
I was wearing the clothes and singing the songs.
It just didn't feel right.
I just wanted to find myself. Find my own music.
- What's up? - Long time.
- It has been. You cut your hair. - So did you, asshole.
I'm starting a new band.
I got "Whole and a Half" on a shelf. It's ready to go.
I'm gonna go talk to Emily.
I missed you.
I know. Me too.
- I wanted to tell you. - I know.
I know.
You look great.
So do you.
Why didn't you rejoin the band?
As the mouthpiece of Steel Dragon, I had this responsibility.
It's me they're looking at and want to learn from.
The vacuous, empty world of sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll...
is not the message I want to send out.
I wanted something more cerebral, eloquent and dignified.
We kick ass, man!
Ever get your ass kicked by a guy with long hair and makeup?
Right here!
Chris "Izzy" Cole shocked fans... Damn it!
Cut!
Okay, Backstage Pass. Okay, Crud Pollution.
Okay, Bobby Beers. I mean, Chris Queers.
After the nuclear holocaust...
survivors will crawl out of the rubble, light a fire...
then one man, the singer of songs, will sing.
And that is the essence of rock 'n' roll.
What are you talking about?
Chris...
As they continue... What are they continuing?
As the band continues to struggle to continue its...
What?
Oh, my God.
No more metal shit. It's all about hip-hop.
It's all bling-bling, pinky ring, word about, bling-bling.
No more of this. It's about this. You heard me?
Lay your shit by the TV and watch this shit. This shit the bomb.
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