Dear David Bowie...
Well, it's Monday morning, which, let's face it, in Cincinnati, is redundant.
I'm getting ready for school, or, as I like to call it,
Guant�namo with a lunch period.
My mom says that's seeing the glass half-empty.
Personally, I just hope one day to actually see the glass.
Will, you're going to be late.
Will?
Are you writing another letter to David Bowie?
Doesn't it bother you that he never writes back?
-He knows that would only intimidate me. -See, why can't I process rejection like that?
Good. Let's go.
So, what does the white whale symbolize here?
School isn't gut-wrenchingly awful.
Mostly, it's just kind of like novocaine for the soul.
I tend to make snap judgments about people
based on what kind of music they like. Like these kids are into hip-hop lite,
the kind where some rapper does one verse of a Christina Aguilera song.
Then there's the "Trustafarians."
Rich suburban white kids with knit caps and $2,000 dreadlocks extensions.
The indie-rock clique is made up of me and one other kid I refuse to meet
until he bathes and stops flattening his hair with his hand.
What can I say?
I think I just kind of missed the memo about how to fit in in Cincinnati.
I'm sorry. That was an accident.
- Dewey. - Dewey!
Dewey!
Oh, well. As a wise musician once said,
"I have become comfortably numb."
Well, that's all for now.
Your number-one fan, Will Burton.
What's the one thing I could say right now to make this better?
You quit your job and we're moving out of Cincinnati?
I quit my job and we're moving out of Cincinnati.
-You're a cat and I'm just your play toy. -No, no, I mean it, I mean it.
-Aunt Nan gave me a job. -In Jersey?
Yeah! Yeah, and it's more money, and flexible hours...
-Seriously? -Yeah! And it's perfect.
The schools in Jersey start second semester later.
Mom!
What? What is it?
I mean, it's not going to be any different there.
Okay, there's the Will Burton I know and love.
God, for a moment, you were actually possessed
by a happy, well-adjusted teenager.
-It might be different. Different kids. -Yeah, but same me.
Hey, hey. You are not the problem. You are terrific.
Will.
Listen, honey, if you miss out on life, they win.
- If you just put your hand in mine - If you just put your hand in mine
-We're gonna leave all our troubles behind -We're gonna leave all our troubles behind
-We'll walk and don't look back -We'll walk and don't look back
-Don't look back -Don't look back
Okay, Mick Jagger recorded this with Peter Tosh.
It's almost ska. It's like reggae, but it pops more,
and they don't sing about Jah.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
No.
But it's nice to see you so happy!
Lodi!
Will, honey, it's a big day tomorrow. Get to bed.
Well?
Elvis is entering the building.
-Unharmed? -Completely.
All right! See, I told you it would be different here.
Night and day.
Dear David Bowie,
anonymity.
All those years of wishing I could make myself invisible?
Turns out, all I had to do was move to New Jersey.
Happy New Year, Van Buren! What's up?
I just have one question for you.
What's gonna happen 3,600 hours from right now?
-Bandslam! -Bandslam!
And who's gonna bring home the gold?
-Glory Dogs! -Glory Dogs!
Give it up for Ben Wheatly and the Glory Dogs!
Lunch today was like a Nuremberg rally produced by MTV.
Yes, you're number one!
Out of nowhere, people were acting like maniacs
over something called Bandslam.
- I love you, Ben! - What's up, Van Buren?
All right.
As we all know, last year at Bandslam,
the Glory Dogs tied for second with the Burning Hotels.
Well, that's not happening this year. You know why?
Why?
'Cause there's some new dogs in the pound.
First up, all the way from Montclair,
Living with his dad, who he hates, just to play with the Dogs:.
Dylan Dyer!
Exactly how big is this whole Bandslam thing around here?
Texas high-school-football big.
-You're new. -Yeah.
Let me see your class schedule.
We have Human Studies together.
What's your name?
Will Burton. What's yours?
Last, but certainly not least, everybody loves a drummer.
We got a bad boy on the kit, and his name is Boe!
The "5" is silent.
Kit is crazy.
Incredible.
-What are you doing? -Let me have a...
What are you doing?
Dear David Bowie,
today in my Human Studies class, our teacher, Miss Wittenberg,
said the two words I dread more than any others in the English language.
Buddy up.
This semester, I want you to pick someone in the class
and create a presentation that will show us who that person truly is.
Now, you can use photography, poetry, video. Get creative, people.
You'll have to get together after school.
We're gonna know each other in ways we never expected.
Do you want to start?
What's your favorite color?
Come on. I mean, we have to dig a little deeper than that.
This project counts for, like, half our grade.
Look, why don't we take each other to, like, our most favorite spot
and our least favorite spot in the whole world?
Okay.
Least favorite?
Done.
Most favorite?
-Can I get back to you on that? -Why do you talk like that?
- Like what? - Like that.
Why do you look like that?
-I just do. -Same here.
I used to stutter.
Emotion is overrated.
There may be a middle ground.
Idiots.
Morons.
Open. Right now. Right now, right now, right now.
-I'm sorry. Are you okay? -Do not come near me!
Are you all right?
If anything happened to my cello, I'm going to sue his parents.
Seems all right.
It's impossible to tell until you play it. It's not like it's a viola.
Hey! Hey, Good Samaritan, do you like kids?
-What? -Do you like kids? It's a simple question.
Of course you do. All Good Samaritans like kids.
It's in the handbook. Come on, we don't have a lot of time.
What?
-What is this? -This is a daycare program
our fair school set up with Lindsay Elementary around the corner.
-Beef jerky! Beef Jerky! -Beef jerky! Beef Jerky!
Beef jerky. Teriyaki flavor. They... They love it.
- Beef Jerky! - Beef Jerky!
Okay, ready?
You.
Who's...
Oh, uh...
That's Mr. Berry. He "supervises."
All right, everybody, sit down. Come on, monsters.
-Name? -Will. Will Burton.
Charlotte Barnes.
Ladies and gentlemen, Will Burton is in the house!
Can I have your iPod?
Hey, Rory, you want to listen to some of Will's music?
Is it like your band? Glory Dogs rock.
Ex-band, Rory.
-They're not gonna want to listen to that. -Halt.
Way to soothe the savage beast.
You are a weirdo, aren't you, Will Burton?
She wants you to do this every week?
You know, just 'cause someone tells you to do something
doesn't mean you have to do it.
Why is she still here?
I thought you trained these dogs at Aunt Nan's kennel.
She's getting placed tomorrow, with a lady who has tummy issues.
Yeah. Right, Mazzy? Mazzy, Maalox.
So, now, since when are you so interested in daycare?
Since when do you talk to the dogs like that?
Since when did you get so good at changing the subject?
-That's appetizing. -Yeah, and it's not Maalox. Mazzy, Maalox.
So, what's this Charlotte like?
Not only is she the coolest person who's ever spoken to me,
she's potentially the coolest person on the whole planet.
But please, don't make a big deal about it, okay?
-Is she pretty? -Mom!
We are not going to sit here, do each other's nails
and gossip about crushes, okay? Not gonna happen.
Tylenol is not Maalox. Well, it's not a bad idea. High five!
You walk home from school?
School bus waits for no one. Not even art class.
Hey, want to see the coolest place ever?
-My dad used to bring me here. -Is he dead?
No. Take it back.
I take it back. Sorry. Just the way you were talking about him.
No, I'm sorry.
It's just last summer he got sick,
and I don't like putting stuff like that into the universe, you know?
Can I ask a question?
You're a senior.
-Was that the end of the question? -Why are you hanging out with me?
I don't do whys. Okay. The Velvet Underground.
If I'm going to teach you the basics, we might as well start with the best.
Well, actually, if we're gonna start with the Velvets,
I'd rather listen to the 1969 self-titled The Velvet Underground.
Unless you think the band went downhill when Lou Reed fired John Cale.
Who are you?
Will.
Do you know a lot about music?
Yeah.
-Why hasn't this come up before? -We didn't really have a before.
Good point.
-My dad's a musician. -No way. Have I heard of him?
No, he's what they call a sideman.
If The Who need a keyboard during their tour,
or Sonic Youth wants a synth part on a track...
Wait, he tours with The Who?
I know it sounds cool, but I mean, it just means he's never around.
That's why my mom divorced him.
So, what's the deal with the whole Bandslam thing? It's like a town obsession.
Yeah. That's because the winner gets an actual bona fide record deal.
- Seriously? - Yep. Seriously.
Do any other bands from the school enter?
Going up against Glory Dogs would be like burning the American flag.
-Then why'd you quit? -I told you, I don't do whys.
Besides, I'm thinking of starting another band.
Hey, come hear us jam on Saturday.
Give us the benefit of your vast musical knowledge.
-I don't really do well in groups. -Always do the thing that scares you.
Hello, London!
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I'd love you to love me, yeah
And I'm begging you to beg me
Shine up the old brown shoes Put on a brand-new shirt
Get home early from work If you say that you love me
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?
-Who's this? -Oh!
Hey! This would be the coolest kid ever.
Knows absolutely everything about music.
Guys, this is Will. Will, this is guys.
-What's up? -So, what do you think?
I mean, it's pretty tasty, huh?
Did you catch how, like, my bass line, it shadowed his lead guitar?
I mean, it was almost like I was a bodyguard for his riff, dude. He was like...
And I was like... And he was like... And I was like... And he was like...
Dear David Bowie, how do you tell Pinocchio he'll never be a real boy?
Okay, okay!
Okay!
Look, I know you're going for this kind of
Thin Lizzy, dual guitar, third-above harmony.
-Right. -But, I mean, it's tough, sonically,
to pull off, because you can't get the bass sound fat enough,
or even in the same octave to create any real presence.
Especially if your instruments aren't exactly tuned to each other.
- I bloody well told you! - Did you? When?
Bug, you stupid git, I don't need any more of your bloody nonsense.
I don't need any of your bloody Englishisms.
You're not English, Omar, you are from Newark. Get that hand out of my...
Hey, wait, wait, whoa, whoa. Can it.
Look, we were afraid of sounding too slick.
No, you're safe.
What else?
I mean, they don't really want to hear what I...
No, what else?
I can't stress how badly you need an actual drummer.
Well, what about me, then?
No offense, but it seems like you're trying way too hard
to be Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
I am not.
Okay. It's just with all the jumping around and the shorts...
Come on, man. I don't want to be Flea. I don't even like Flea.
-Yeah, what's your name? -Bug.
-I mean, what's the band called, anyway? -Glory Dogs.
Isn't that the name of the other band?
No. They're Ben Wheatly and the Glory Dogs.
Like Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band,
or Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. You get it?
That way, he can fire whoever he wants to whenever he wants to,
and it stays his band.
Look, are we through here, because I'm starving.
Yes. Come on. So, Will, every Saturday at noon, right here.
And don't be late.
So, Omar, where exactly in England is New Jersey?
Bug, leave it out.
Miles Feltenstien is a puzzle.
An enigma.
A sphinx.
- So, I guess we should get together again. - Okay, sure. What about your house?
Can you have friends over?
Friends. Don't have those.
Me neither.
Maybe we could not have friends together.
Actually, I might have one friend. You know Charlotte Barnes?
-Since I was 10. She's a senior. -Yeah, I thought that was weird, too.
So there's a 50% chance that I might be the punch line
to some elaborate practical joke,
but she seems pretty sincere. Are you friends?
Ever hear a stutterer laugh?
Ha.
-Be careful, Will. -Why?
Leopards and cheerleaders don't change their spots.
She's a cheerleader?
Was. Last year. Junior prom queen, too.
That's amazing to me. I mean, she seems so...
Not.
She's got her own Wikipedia page.
You're head cheerleader? I read your Wikipedia page.
Was. That was last year. Another life.
Hey, I notice you never say anything about my vocals.
Afraid I'll stop being your friend if you rip me a new one?
What? No. You're amazing.
-Don't get infatuated with me. -I'm not getting infatuated with you!
Please, Louise! You'd eat my laundry for a month if I asked.
But I'm never going to ask you, Will.
This has just become my new least favorite memory.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it.
Hey, Charlotte.
- What's up, guys? - Hey.
What's going on? Omar.
Hey, you got a little something on your upper lip there.
Don't talk to him.
Why? All right, what did I do?
Do you have a head injury?
I did not screw them over.
I have a chance to play with my heroes, you know?
Dylan Dyer is an artist, right, Omar? You said so yourself.
-He's all right. -"He's all right"? The guy's a monster!
-Well, what about loyalty? -No one's saying you aren't good,
'cause you guys are good. You guys are really good.
We just have to be great, you know?
And sometimes you just have to realize when it's time to step aside.
- Like right now. I have tables. - Why are you being like this?
You quit before any of this even happened with them.
All right, can we just please go somewhere and talk?
-I'm working. -Okay, then tomorrow, after last period.
-I'm hanging out with Will. -Who the heck is Will?
That the heck is Will. Say hello, the heck is Will.
Hi.
You gotta be kidding me.
Will happens to be my friend and the manager of my new band.
-Whoa! Hey. -What?
-Your band? You guys are a band now? -Yeah.
- And he's your manager? - Yeah.
-This is crazy! -Holla.
It gets worse.
This year, Van Buren's sending two bands to Bandslam.
What? What? No.
You guys are going up against Glory Dogs?
We are Glory Dogs!
You have changed, Charlotte. Everybody says so.
Everybody's right.
My cell phone died.
-So, what happened? -I got caught up.
All day?
With Charlotte.
I'm managing her band.
You're what? I thought you were doing daycare.
-She's very demanding. -Well, shouldn't we talk about this?
No. I think we should trust me.
Well, I do trust you.
It's just that five minutes ago you were afraid to get on a school bus,
and now you're managing a band.
It's all just moving a little fast, don't you think?
I made some friends, Mom.
I know. It's uncharted territory for both of us.
Twizzler?
Food of the gods.
It's ska.
I like it.
-It's like reggae, but they made it their own. -Exactly.
There you are. Hey.
Wait. Don't tell me you're the world-famous Sa5m-the-5-is-silent.
For that alone, you are my hero.
-I'm Charlotte. Nice to meet you. -I've known you since fifth grade.
You used to babysit me.
Huh.
Come on. Time for the ankle-biters. They'll eat their own if we're late.
-Are we still gonna meet up after school? -Yeah, it's a date.
Not like a "date" date. You know, we're just working on a project for class.
-It's not like we're dating. -She gets it, Will.
Okay. See you.
Nice seeing you again, Sa5m-the-5-is-silent.
Genius.
Dear David Bowie,
despite my usual worries and fears and complaints,
Van Buren does not actually completely suck.
As for the band, they finally agreed to add a drummer,
but only if it's Basher Martin.
Apparently, he's the best drummer in school,
but all he takes are auto shop and anger management classes.
Which he failed.
Twice.
I just have to be cool. I just have to walk right up to him and say...
Drums.
What about them?
Look. You can either say what's on your mind,
or take your little afro and go ahead and scurry back...
You play.
Wow, this is hard.
I'm Will. I manage this awesome band.
We need a drummer for Bandslam.
Hey, look, I'm sorry.
You know, I need things in my life that keep me calm.
You know, I hate the whole Bandslam thing.
It's just a bunch of lemmings chasing after a record deal,
but they don't care about their art.
You know, I care about art.
And if you do too, then how can this be enough for you?
I mean, you're a musician,
and here you are going through life, passing people every day,
and no one knows that inside, you're this golden god.
Don't you feel like Clark Kent?
I do kind of feel like Clark Kent.
Look, I'll tell you what. Have them make a rehearsal demo.
I'll check it out, see how they sound.
No. That would be like licking the pages of a cookbook.
You have to actually go hear them. Play with them.
Make them great.
Who's the babe?
I dig older chicks 'cause they're the only ones who really get me.
That's my...
Older sister.
Well, she actually hangs out with the band, like, all the time.
All the time.
So, you know...
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you crying?
I can't believe I'm doing this.
I have a very slim shot at being popular if this whole band thing works out.
You can help me do it.
He is 17 years old!
He likes older chicks.
I look ridiculous.
No, you look great. We'll run you through a carwash on the way home.
-How old did you tell him I was? -Twenty-three.
God!
Dude, that was sick.
Look, it was obviously better, but we still need a fuller sound.
-What? -I'm thinking we bring in
some more players, just for Bandslam.
That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. Get out of my house.
-We don't need any more players! -Hey!
We have a guest.
Hi. Thanks.
And Will's right. We probably should bring in some other players.
-You mean, like, use sidemen? -Hold on, wait. Use what men?
Sidemen. Will's dad is a sideman.
Plays with lots of famous bands. Is that what you meant, Will?
Will's dad is joining the band?
...these huge stadium crowds at that time, and I'm thinking,
"What are these people doing here? Why have they come to see me?
"They should be seeing Phil Collins. They were definitely... "
I'm taking a shower. I'm taking three showers.
Will, what's a sideman?
'...your mother and I, we tried to protect you from all this,
"but... Well, if you must know, your sister ran away. "
"Why did you kill Ziggy?" It was hard for all of us...
Yo, his name is Chet and you know he's crunk
He likes the girls that got the junk
He's a paperboy And he's making them bills
He got these diamonds all up in his grills
He makes the grades from day to day
When he go to the club he don't gotta pay
Hey, we're almost the only ones left to go. We should get together.
Soon, I promise, 'cause I really have to work on the band now, you know?
They have to sound fuller.
They're Living on Cheap Trick covers. It's embarrassing.
You don't have to. You want to.
You haven't heard them. Believe me, I have to.
You want to.
Dear David Bowie,
first thing we need is a brass section.
Though, granted, Van Buren has a limited pool to choose from.
The pianists around here are all classical.
If Arcade Fire can have a cello, we can have a cello.
-Need a hand? -Need a Stanford-Binet test?
What? Sorry. It looked heavy.
I have eight weeks to turn them into an actual band.
We need to take all this psychotic energy and talent
and turn it into something new.
Okay, look, let's just start by playing something simple.
You guys ever heard of blue beat?
Basher, get behind your drum kit.
Please?
All right, now, give me a Sly and Robbie kind of groove, you know?
-Something 2 Tone. -I don't do blue beat.
Everybody knows you could beat that kit senseless,
but real power is in holding back.
Control, you know, finding a groove. Come on.
Use some hi-hat.
Okay, you know what a reggae groove is. Cross stick.
There we go. Kick drum.
Sweet. No wonder you are a legend.
All right, Bug, come on, come on.
All right, listen to what he's doing and try and play against it.
Okay, that's good.
There we go.
That is what I'm talking about. That is what you call a rhythm section. Everybody!
Come on. Just make up your part.
Don't worry about it being perfect, okay?
Just make it fit to what you're hearing.
And after the one, let me hear some trombone.
Trumpet.
And sax.
Will Burton, you are amazing...
Mon.
You guys are gonna sound great.
But for Bandslam, we need to find that one great song
-that says who we really are. -So what exactly are you looking for?
I mean, I don't know, but I will when I hear it.
What else?
All right, we have to talk about the band name.
I mean, there can't be two Glory Dogs. There just can't.
-Why? We are the Glory Dogs! -We are the Glory Dogs. Yeah?
Honestly, the name just sucks.
It's lame and generic and sounds like a Springsteen cover band.
Okay, well, what do you want to call us?
I Can't Go On, I'll Go On.
I Can't a What a What?
I Can't Go On, I'll Go On. It's evocative. It's memorable.
It's ridiculous! And it's not a name, all right?
- Don't say that! - Glory Dogs, it says we're scruffy,
-you know? We bite. -You know, it is a name.
Like Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly,
or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, which are both great bands.
This is where I draw the line. I am not giving Ben Glory Dogs!
Get your ego out of it!
Will knows more about this stuff in his little finger
than the rest of us put together.
You actually think we were better before Will came along?
Yeah, we were a joke. Now we have a shot at being a band.
Come on, to I Can't Go On, I'll Go On!
Fine. Fine.
- How was your day? - Inappropriate! Inappropriate!
-Honey, I was just... -Taking a shower!
Years from now, some shrink will pick out this moment in time...
Fine, fine, but hurry up.
You're pulling away from me. A little bit.
And I don't know how I feel about it. I just... I have to say that out loud.
We are not having this discussion now.
Can we continue this after rehearsal?
Please?
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
The seventh son was looking for a seventh-stage getaway
The word came down from a blinding light
You got one chance, baby Baby, you better do it right
Well, I was driving down on the 101
And it was late at night and I was thinking about the things I'd done
All of my regrets
And baby, all of my fears
Yeah, I was slipping the car From gear to gear to gear
Hey, hey, hey
Godbless the child
Godbless his soul
God perish the idea that he'll die before he's old
You gotta be cool
You got to behave
Man, there'll be a time for that when I'm lying in my grave
You gotta watch your step or you'll lose your way
Take heed of the others and do everything they say
Watch out for the man
Who never tolls the bells
'Cause if I fear for the devil and I fear for myself
Then I'm gonna have to fear for everybody else
I'm gonna fly
And I'm gonna live
Until the day I die
And I ain't got time
To wonder why
I'm gonna live
Till the day I die
We still have that stupid Human Studies project to finish,
and we haven't hung out since you've become Joe Cool Rock 'n' Roll.
You still haven't taken me to your favorite place.
-'Cause I've never been there. -How can it be your favorite place, then?
What?
Will.
What now? Huh?
Got you.
Oh, no.
-Check it out. -Cool.
CBGB's.
The nerve center of everything that mattered in music in the past 40 years,
and it closed before I ever got to step inside.
Now they're turning it into some cheesy clothing store.
It's better that way. Now it can never disappoint you.
What are you doing?
Come on.
-Look at it. -Yeah, it's a toilet.
Are you kidding me?
Birthplace of punk!
The Ramones.
Patti Smith.
Do you know how many times she must've spit on this floor?
Bad Brains.
Without CBGB's, there'd be no Sex Pistols or The Clash.
So U2 doesn't get inspired to form a band in Ireland.
And the Killers don't hear U2 in Vegas and decide to pick up guitars.
The list is endless!
Wow. I'm starting to feel like a Japanese tourist.
Then the rent got jacked, like, 2,000%.
So now CBGB's is just a T-shirt Paris Hilton wears if she wants to look cool.
I knew it'd be my favorite place.
So, what's yours?
Now this is.
It's all right. You lived.
I think if you tried signaling, people would honk less.
-They don't need to know my business. -It's not really a privacy issue.
Pretty good rehearsal today, don't you think?
So, what's up with you and Sa5m?
-You like her. -She's my friend.
-No, you "like her" like her. -Shut up.
-Have you kissed her yet? -No.
Have you ever kissed any girl?
Remember how I said that "eating your laundry for a month" conversation
was my least favorite memory? We have a new champion.
You gotta go for her. Carpe diem.
You're crazy. She'd laugh at me.
Trust me, that girl is one kiss away from doodling "Mrs. Will Burton"
all over her sneakers.
I wouldn't even know what to do.
Okay. I only do this for people with dazzling artistic ability and whose initials are W. B.
Come here.
Don't have an aneurysm. This is strictly educational.
Commit everything I do and say to memory. How you handle this moment with Sa5m
will haunt you, good or bad, for the rest of your life.
All right.
First, start by gently moving a strand of hair from her face.
Go ahead.
Allows you to touch her without freaking her out.
Nice.
Now that your hand is there, turn it into a caress down her cheek.
Once you've made physical contact, never cede your ground.
It's very important.
Now, lower your hand to the back of her neck.
Then lean in. Slowly. Slowly.
Breathe.
Slight parting of the lips, and...
I bet you'll never forget that song for the rest of your life.
Night, Will.
Good night, Charlotte.
I am so going to heaven.
Hello, Mother.
-Morning. -Morning.
You busy after school? Have you ever been to the Overlook?
What's the Overlook?
What?
Dear David Bowie, I wouldn't tell anyone this but you.
Boy, you sure like to read, huh?
My shrink says it allows me to control something in my life.
This was it, the moment that would haunt me,
for better or worse, for the entire rest of my life.
Start with a strand of hair.
She's wearing a hat!
-What are you doing? -You...
What was next? Caress!
This was not a caress. This was petting. I'm petting her.
Okay, enough. This was it.
Have you seen Evil Dead II?
No.
It's my favorite movie ever.
You never get to see it in a theatre,
but it's playing at the college Saturday night.
They don't card anyone there. Would you want to go?
Sure. I'd love to.
Cool.
All in all, I think it went pretty well. Your number-one fan, Will Burton.
But it's fun, it's fun. You know, I've been in a few bands, and...
Boy, you tied the heck out of that shoe.
Considering it was already tied and everything.
-Can't be too careful. -You don't have an inhaler, do you?
'Cause if you do, you might want to get it ready.
-No! -Yeah.
You're getting a sneak peek at the competition,
and I'm not talking Glory Dogs.
Burning Hotels? But I didn't think there was any way that...
Where there's a will...
Dear David Bowie, I know it's not saying much,
but this is the coolest thing that ever happened to me.
I got in, you got out
I walked in, you walked out
As usual I'm stuck in the middle
I'm closer to closure
Admitting that it's over
As usual I'm stuck in the middle
And now you know
That you control everything
As usual I'm stuck in the middle
And now I'm drowning
Where's Will?
In myself again
Yes, I'm drowning
In myself again
White at night
I am dead
White at night
I am dead
Who knows how I got out?
As usual I'm stuck in the middle
I am such a jerk. But it was Burning Hotels!
I had to see the competition. Don't I get a Burning Hotels pardon?
Tell me one thing.
-Were you with her? -Yeah.
Are you in love with Charlotte?
What?
-You are. -I'm not.
-You had a thing. I don't care.
Look, just remember. She's trouble. Girls like that always are.
That's ridiculous. I'm not in love with Charlotte.
You still haven't washed your hand yet. It was that special, being with her.
-Here you go. -Thanks.
Sa5m should be home any minute.
What is this project that you're working on about?
Each other. We're supposed to show the class who the other person really is.
Yeah.
You sheltered me from harm
Kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free
It was a competition. She didn't win.
Yeah. Judges were idiots.
Morons.
All the years I had with you
And I would give everything I own
I'd give up my life, my heart, my home
I would give everything I own
What are you doing?
-Here we go. -What's wrong? That was amazing.
-I can't believe you showed that to him. -Why not? What's the big deal?
Why are you here?
-I came to apologize again. -Just go.
She'll forgive you. I happen to be a girl. I know these things.
Yeah. Okay.
Hey, we got our first post. "Lower your mortgage rates now."
Does spam count?
You weren't reading my IM, were you?
You mean the one from Phil that said "love you"?
-Yeah. -No.
Good.
He's my dad.
-And you call him Phil? -That's his name.
Hi. I've been looking for you.
Well, you found me.