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(crowd cheering, applauding)
Crowd: (chants) Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!
(rock music playing, crowd cheering louder)
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* I'll be here *
* I'll be there *
* I'm wherever you need me to be *
Woman: I'm here for you!
* Don't be scared *
* This I swear *
* It gets better eventually *
* When the doubt comes about *
* You know I'll be at your side *
* And I'll shout *
* Shout out loud *
* The words that'll make it alright *
* When your weak becomes too strong *
* Close your eyes and sing along *
Come on!
* Ooh wee ooh *
* You loving me *
* Ooh wee ooh *
* I smile at you *
* Ooh wee ooh *
* And I'm cracking up *
* Ooh wee ooh *
* Pulling through *
* Take my hand and hold on tight *
* I can sing these words all night *
Can you?
* Ooh wee ooh *
Come on!
(crowd cheering)
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(chuckling, sighing)
I cannot believe that was 10 years ago.
Well, the quality of that video tells the tale.
(Naomi chuckling)
Where is Simon?
Don't worry. He'll be here.
He wouldn't miss this.
Miss what?
Can I get you something to drink?
We'll have some champagne, please.
Ooh, special night?
Four glasses, please.
Why four glasses?
Sorry we're late.
It's nice to see you, Jack.
Always a pleasure, Barrett.
I haven't seen you since Naomi and Simon's
first annual game night.
How's your junk shop?
(Jack chuckling)
It's a guitar repair shop.
And how are your 12 cats?
My two cats are great.
Thank you for asking.
Okay. I guess we should order.
Great idea, and we need some menus.
- Yeah. - Um...
Jack Chandeller?
I am a huge fan.
(laughing) Uh, pardon me.
This'll just take a second.
Uh, well, thank you, um...
Trisha. I just--
I love your music.
Oh, well, thanks for saying that, because you know,
some people argue that my music
doesn't connect with the younger crowd.
Trisha: Oh, no! That's not true at all.
My mom turned me on to your music
when I was literally just a baby.
Noted. Babies love Jack Chandeller's music.
(laughing) Yeah. I sing your stuff to my little boy
- all the time. - Well--
* Ooh wee ooh *
That's really sweet. Thank you.
* Ooh wee ooh *
Well, please, tell your entire family
that I really appreciate their support.
Trisha: Okay.
Yeah. Nice to meet you.
Simon: Okay. Well, uh, you may have guessed
that we invited you here tonight to ask you something.
Jack, Barrett,
would you be our best man and our maid of honor?
- Jack: Oh, sure. I'd love to. - Yes!
That's amazing. You two will look so great
walking down the aisle together.
- Whew! I was nervous. - (Naomi, Simon chuckling)
What? You thought we wouldn't say yes?
To our best friends?
I can't wait.
To share this exact moment with Jack.
- What could be better? - Simon: Well, you know,
we wanted to ask you at the same time since you'll be
working together.
Okay. I knew we should've asked them separately.
No. No, no, no. They need to learn how to get along.
- We get along! - Ish.
I mean, I've always done my part.
I remember being very accommodating
that night we first met at the Balladeer.
This music's not for me, but I totally respect
- everyone who likes it. - Oh.
- (Naomi clearing throat)
Um, excuse me.
Hi! I'm Naomi,
and this is my best friend, Barrett.
I won the radio contest to meet you.
Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah.
Um, hey, uh, producer guy. (snapping)
Could you entertain these people?
- Simon: Hi. - Hi.
Did I detect a hint of a Vermont accent?
I was born in Burlington,
but I left when I was 10.
(chuckling)
Excuse me, Jack?
I feel really silly asking this,
but is there anything else to eat?
I'm actually allergic to a lot of this.
Allergic? To... vegetables?
(chuckling)
Okay. (chuckling)
Snob.
That's-- That's okay. I-- I can find something later.
I'm sure there are a lot of places open at 1:00am.
Your memory is terrible.
That's not how it went down.
Please? Can we just stay for five minutes?
Ugh. Fine.
I mean, what is time after I've already wasted three hours
listening to repetitive pop music foisted upon us
by a shallow musician?
Hey. I'm Jack,
aforementioned shallow musician.
(laughing) You're so funny.
Isn't he so funny, Barrett?
- He's hilarious. - Uh, hi. I'm Naomi,
and this is my best friend, Barrett.
I won the radio contest to meet you.
Oh, congratulations!
I've been looking forward to meeting you all day.
Simon, they're here!
Did I detect a hint of a Vermont accent?
Uh, yes. How did you know?
I lived there for, like, three years.
Oh. Crudité. How jejune.
Is there some other kind of food or refreshment you'd like?
I'd be happy to put in an order with the caterer.
Does your caterer have deviled quail eggs,
salmon mousse, or beet chips?
Um, he has three different flavors of hummus.
(Jack chuckling)
No. This... dip will be adequate.
Oh, that's rich.
What part of that was inaccurate?
- All of it. - Jack: Mm-hmm.
- (clearing throat) - Naomi: Alright.
We have another surprise for you.
We have moved the engagement party up to this weekend.
And the wedding to next month.
- So soon? - Hey, when you're in love,
- there's no time to waste. - Simon had this amazing idea
for us to get married at the Balladeer.
Yeah, and they had an opening for the exact date
that we met 10 years ago.
Okay. How can I help?
Oh, no. I don't want you to worry.
You can put the notebook away.
The notebook was made for this.
The notebook thrives-- nay, lives for a challenge.
We will focus on the engagement party first,
- and it will be perfect. - Perfection is overrated.
Perfection is correctly rated. It's perfect.
Spontaneity is the spice of life.
We'll just have it in my backyard.
Just show up. It'll be fun.
Are you saying that I am all the fun this party needs?
I agree, and it's nice to hear you admit that.
(groaning quietly) And we need music, but don't worry.
I know just the right sound.
Leave it to me. This party
is not going to be great with just music.
Unless you're a famous musician.
* Ooh-wee-ooh *
I know you're poking fun, but you actually sound
pretty good singing my song.
Simon: Okay, then. Um, to this weekend.
To this weekend.
- (clinking) - This weekend.
Remember, we're focusing on the winners
of the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize.
Surprise me with your choices, you guys.
- Uh, Professor Woodward? - Barrett: Yeah?
How do you suggest that we choose?
Uh, sample some work from each of the winners,
and when you find the one whose words you connect with,
you will feel it in your soul.
You sound like my dad when he talks about music.
(chuckling) Yes. I just had a very lively discussion
with your dad about his songs.
(laughing)
I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with.
Thanks, Professor.
Hey! I thought I was meeting you in the department lounge.
Professor Cox is holding court,
going on and on about Instagram poets.
It's very "Old man yells at sky."
Roger that.
So, how was dinner with Naomi and Simon?
It was... great.
I'm sensing there's a "but."
They've moved their engagement party up
- to this weekend-- - Ooh.
--and their wedding to next month.
(laughing) Okay.
Jack was, of course, very supportive,
saying things like "Why wait?"
and "Spontaneity is the spice of life"
and "I urge you to do this really risky thing
even though I have no emotional or financial stake
- in it whatsoever." - Mm-hmm.
So, I offered to help out with the party,
and Jack...
Well, you know how men can only manage
to bring soda and chips to a potluck?
Hashtag not all men or whatever.
- (laughing) - Well, Jack can only manage
finding the band for the party.
Well, it is his area of expertise.
And finding caterers with literal last-minute availability
is mine?
- Well, it actually is. Anyway-- - (laughing)
--can you believe that Jack actually accused me
of being a snob when we first met?
He claimed I used the word "jejune."
When-- when have I ever said that?
I've heard you say "soupçon," but never "jejune."
Exactly. I'm a Francophile, not a monster. (sighing)
And then we got into this argument about pop music,
Jack's in particular.
I used to dance in my room to his songs.
Well, I just know when I get over there,
Jack's going to be...
- What? - You have said his name, like,
15 times and Naomi and Simon's...
never.
I said "they." I was just trying to give you
a thorough recapping of the weekend's events.
Okay.
And he's shallow.
Jack: She's actually stopping by this house
to see if it meets her approval.
Undoubtedly, she'll try to enlist me in some kind of a job,
like cataloging each of the guests' feelings
in perfect calligraphy.
And maybe you're thinking, "But Dad,
you don't know calligraphy," and you'd be right.
But I will, after she forces me
to take an all-day course in a hotel ballroom.
Hey, you'd better not torpedo my grade.
I just think they should elope, but Barrett kee---
Professor Woodward-- I'm sorry--
thinks everything has to be perfectly planned
to the nth degree.
Can you believe that she claimed
that I made fun of her food allergy?
I saw the face you made last year
when that guy claimed he was allergic to water.
We were at the beach!
Look. Our philosophies are just completely at odds.
Let people live, right? Be impulsive!
(scoffing) But that's a word she never uses.
It's not fancy enough.
Everything in this conversation comes back
- to Professor Woodward. - I just want you to be aware
who's educating you.
Plus, she's a snob.
(laughing) Sure.
(doorbell ringing)
I'm staying out of this.
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Welcome to our humble abode.
I appreciate you letting me invade your space.
Anything for our friends.
May I look around?
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Okay. So, we can set up the serving stations
right here.
Let me see.
Jack: Are you, um, taking photos
so you can build a miniature replica for your plans?
Why didn't I think of that?
No. I'm using an app to get the measurements.
- Ah. - (phone beeping)
Okay. So, do you have a stage
somewhere in storage we could use to set up?
(laughing) A stage?
A riser, perhaps?
(laughing) Why would I own a stage?
I thought all musicians live to perform.
(chuckling) My last performance was the night we met,
and I am quite satisfied to leave it at that.
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(laughing)
I mean, I-- I get admiring yourself,
but don't you think this is a bit much?
(sighing) It's a good photo.
It's a great photo, but it's of you and no one else,
and it's the centerpiece of your living room.
Somebody's got to put the "vain" in "vainglorious."
Favorite award I ever got.
So, what can I do to help?
Just make sure Simon gets here on time.
Oh, um, we'll be here.
Early!
(door opening, closing)
You guys, you wanted to know where the sign book is.
It's right around here to the right. That table.
Magnificent.
Barrett: Teddy! Do you know where your dad is?
Uh, no. Sorry.
(sighing)
Hey. What have I missed?
- This-- - Hi, Barrett.
Hi. This your house!
How are you late?
Late? I'm early.
Dinner's not for five more minutes.
Oh, my...
Beautiful.
The place.
Great job.
Thank you.
Hi, everyone!
Uh, don't worry. We promise not to give a long speech.
No, no, no, no. We'll save that for the wedding
and for our best man and maid of honor.
Let's give it up for them!
Yeah! (laughing)
I bet you're on, what, the fifth draft of that speech?
There's nothing wrong with being prepared.
I might have written down a few thoughts in my notebook.
Ah, yes. The notebook.
Barrett: And I suppose you're just going to get up there
- and wing it. - Just like I did every night
on tour. Off the cuff beats prepared any day of the week.
Thank you so much for being here tonight.
It means the world to us.
Simon: Yeah. It is great to be here
with our friends and our family.
To all of you. Cheers.
Cheers.
(many glasses clinking)
So, where is this great band you hired?
(laughing)
That's funny.
(chuckling) What's funny?
Me hiring a band.
I didn't hire a band.
But you said you knew just the right sound.
Well, yeah. It...
- Oh! - What's wrong with a playlist?
A playlist is something you have
in the background of a casual party,
not the tastefully elegant party
of your best friends' engagement!
What are we going to do?
(gasping)
I have a live musician right in front of me.
Uh-uh. I am through performing.
Oh?
Okay. What am I going to do?
I promised Naomi I would handle everything.
This is definitely not handled. I can't be stressing her out
- at her own engagement party. - It's going to be okay!
- It's-- - Just stay calm.
How can I be calm when everyone is expecting live music
at the party of a couple who's obsessed with live music?
I'll go up there.
Under one condition.
(chatting indistinctly)
Barrett: Hi, everybody!
I'm Barrett, the maid of honor,
and I just wanted to thank you all
for coming out here tonight
to celebrate the engagement of our beautiful friends.
(people cheering)
Naomi and Simon met for a few fleeting moments
backstage at a Jack Chandeller concert 10 years ago.
- Woman: Oh! - Barrett: It was fate
and a mutual desire for a hot bowl of ramen
on a cold night
that brought them back together five years later.
It was true love.
It was forever.
Now, they first met because of music,
so we figured tonight should honor that.
So the maid of honor and I
have a little surprise for you.
- No way. - This can't be happening.
Uh, I think he's a little shy,
so why don't we give him a little encouragement?
It's been a while.
(cheering)
Uh, not so fast.
Barrett, come back.
She's right. It has been awhile, as she said,
so the maid of honor is going to join me on this song
to help bring me out of my shell.
They don't want to hear me. They love you.
Of course they want to-- Don't you want to hear her?
- Yeah! - Yes.
- Whoo! - Whoo!
See?
You're going to regret this.
Yeah. Can't wait.
Hope you know this one.
(playing "Crazy Little Thing Called Love")
(people cheering)
* This thing called love *
* I just can't handle it *
* This thing called love *
* Well I must get around to it *
* I ain't ready *
* Crazy little thing called love *
Naomi: Wow! Whoo!
* This thing *
* Called love *
* It cries *
* Like a baby *
* In a cradle all night it swings *
* Ooh *
* It jives *
* Ah *
* Shakes all over like a jellyfish *
* I kind of like it *
* Crazy little thing called love *
* There goes my baby *
* She knows how to rock and roll *
* She drives me crazy *
* She gives me hot and cold fever *
* She leaves me in a cool, cool sweat *
Naomi: Whoo!
* Oh I got to be cool *
* Relax and get hip *
* Get on my tracks *
* Take a backseat *
* Hitchhike *
* Take a long ride on my motorbike *
* Until I'm ready *
* Crazy little thing called love *
(crowd cheering, applauding)
(laughing)
(crowd cheering, applauding)
- Yeah! - Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
(crowd cheering, applauding)
(laughing)
Where did that come from? That was impressive.
Ah, years and years under the thumb of Sister Pilar,
a very demanding but fair choir director.
You should sing more. I mean,
besides making fun in restaurants.
Well, you weren't so bad yourself.
You should think about un-retiring.
Oh, my goodness. That was amazing.
I haven't seen you have that much fun on stage since--
It's been a while. Yeah.
Simon: Yeah. You know what? It doesn't need to be so long
until your next performance.
Simon and I would like you, both of you,
to perform together at our wedding.
- What? - What? I-- I can't.
- He won't. We shan't. - You must.
This will be your wedding present to us.
I mean, what better gift than to have our two best friends
sing a song at our wedding?
I don't think this is a good idea.
Simon: No. I think it's a very good idea.
You know, ever since we started dating,
Simon and I have had to choose between going out together
- as a foursome-- - And watching you two
argue all night.
Naomi: --or picking one of you to hang out with.
Simon: Yeah. We'd-- We'd be so happy if, for the wedding,
you just let bygones be bygones and give us this gift.
I knew you couldn't say no.
Alright. We need to go mingle
with the rest of our guests, but we can
sort out the details later.
Love you.
Barrett: We both had a chance to sleep on it and think
about it, and... I don't know about this dress.
Anyway, the idea of Jack and I
performing together is-- It's--
Ridiculous.
Barrett's going to demand to practice incessantly,
effectively killing anything that made it special.
And we'll need to practice, practice, practice,
and he will refuse to rehearse.
And he'll go into some nostalgic anecdote
about his performing days
and the importance of spontaneity.
It worked because it was spontaneous
and because we didn't have to spend much time together.
Oh.
Not in the gown.
Look. All we are asking is that you give it a shot.
For once.
Please, I'm-- I'm begging you.
Has it been that bad?
Yes! We've had to split our lives into two.
Now, we love both of you, and that's why we've tolerated this
for so long. Thank you.
Listen. I got to tell you, the night Naomi and I met,
I-- I should've asked her for her number right then and there,
but no, no, no, no, I let my worry for how we'd all get along
convince me not to. And I take full responsibility
for that, but I thought you should know.
Wow.
(sighing) Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore.
It's all in the past.
Jack and I will be thrilled to work together.
Thank you.
So, terrible, right?
That's got to go.
Yeah. That's what I thought.
So, Barrett was just telling me
that she's very excited to start.
Oh, that's amazing, because Jack was just suggesting
his guitar shop as a rehearsal space.
Maybe I can come to your shop tomorrow after my class!
Dibs on the band name.
(Barrett, Jack chuckling)
Is that what you're wearing?
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(Jack groaning)
Really?
(guitars playing)
*
(Jack laughing)
When did you get better than your old man?
Knock, knock. Well, if it isn't my favorite client.
- Teddy: Hey, Malcolm. - Malcom: Hey, Teddy!
What brings you in, Malcolm?
You, performing again.
I think you're mistaken.
Well, someone recorded your performance,
and it went viral.
(Teddy laughing) Ah, I-- I think "viral" is a bit of a stretch.
- You knew about this? - I was hoping by ignoring this,
- it would go away. - Listen. My wheels are turning.
Now, everyone loves, uh, nostalgia tours
and album reissues.
Just think about how happy it'll make your fans
And your bank account. And your manager.
- Former manager. - Malcolm: Aw.
And give the wheels a rest.
Aw. Come on. Teddy, help me out.
You have some fond memories
of your dad up there on stage, right?
Memories of being embarrassed.
Hey, watch out. I might get the skinny jeans
- out of the closet. - Ugh! Oh, you promised me
you donated those.
Thanks for the inquiry, but I am solidly retired.
Okay. Well, you know I had to try, right?
(laughing) Yeah.
Good to see you, Malcolm.
Barrett: Excuse me.
- Hey! - Oh!
If it isn't Teddy's teacher.
Teddy's professor.
Toe-may-toe, toe-ma-toe.
I got to go. Worlds colliding.
Hey, don't forget to take the chicken out of the freezer.
And don't forget to read those Lucille Clifton poems.
Has he read "wishes for sons"?
You know her work?
Hey, I'm just a shallow musician.
I'm impressed.
Temporarily.
Hey, did you know there's a viral video
of us playing at the party? That was my old manager.
He came in just to tell me.
And he didn't recognize me?
(laughing)
So?
So, what is the game plan?
Wing it.
Why am I not surprised?
I went through countless blogs,
and I picked out...
the most popular wedding music.
You wrote a set list.
Yeah.
Impressive.
Thank you.
What-- What...
A set list should never be set in stone.
You pick up the vibe of the crowd,
and then you take your cues from them.
What vibe am I giving off right now?
You probably got it written in triplicate anyway.
It's on my phone, tablet, and the cloud,
but that's beside the point.
I worked really hard on that! And if we're going
to work together, we have to be open to each other's ideas.
You're right. I apologize.
I'm... used to being a solo act.
I'm a professor,
and I use lesson plans.
Are you going to treat me like one of your students?
Like you could handle one of my assignments.
(laughing) Give me a shot.
Okay!
I have an idea.
Yeah? What is it?
I'll leave you wanting more.
Isn't that what great performers do?
(door opening, closing)
Here is a flyer that lists all the vendors.
Each one has its own tasting menu.
So, Barrett, why don't you and Jack
take all the ones on the right? And Simon and I
can take the ones on the left.
Uh, you sure you don't want
to taste-test with your best bud?
Ooh, I did consider that,
but our palates are too similar.
- Nice try. - I had to give it a shot.
Alright. Let's divide and conquer.
- Okay. - Have fun.
(sighing)
So, what if we sing one of my songs?
Which one's your favorite?
You're assuming I know more than one.
I saw you singing along at the concert.
That was 10 years ago. How did you--
Hey, so you admit it.
Oh, I think I was just being, uh--
following Naomi's lead, you know,
being a supportive friend.
(Jack chuckling)
Mm, how about we sing "The Best Gal I Know"?
I wrote that about my dog Mitzi.
- Are you serious? - (laughing) Yeah.
When I, um, first started touring,
Jeannie's career was really taking off,
so she couldn't tour with me, and I was lonely
on the road.
She got the dog to keep me company.
Mitzi and I, we had some great tours.
Aw. I never would have guessed such a heartfelt song
was about a dog.
Oh, so now, my lyrics are heartfelt?
Oh. Did I say that?
I think, um, I heard Naomi say that.
(Jack chuckling)
- Your outlet was songwriting. - Mm-hmm.
Mine was poetry.
My parents thought my sisters and me
should behave a certain way.
I wanted to rebel,
and the only way I could think of doing that at the time
was writing dramatic poetry
about a girl who was being stifled.
(chuckling)
Ah, let me guess. Your parents didn't catch on.
They were clueless,
and they were not impressed by the poems.
- Hmm. - It sounds like your wife
inspired a lot of your songs.
Oh, every single one.
Except for "Ooh Wee Ooh."
That song doesn't have lyrics. It has mouth sounds.
I mean, don't get me wrong. It's a great moment in the concert
when everyone joins in, you're singing it live,
but it's completely devoid of meaning.
You know, this is really my favorite, I think.
It's the spiciest but not too bad.
(sighing) So, when are you going to reveal your big idea?
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* ...little girl *
(people applauding)
Okay. Top effort.
Singer: A! A for effort.
Oh, yeah, These people are going to be a great audience.
I'm already feeling their vibes.
Karaoke is low stakes, and it's a great way to ease in.
Low stakes? The best performances
are when you're really under pressure.
Jack! Long time no see!
Heather! Yeah. It's been too long.
It has. You look great!
So do you. What have you been up to?
Mm, work, life, like everyone else.
But I moved across town,
and I thought of you as I was unpacking
my autographed copy of Jeannie's coffee table book.
Oh, gosh. She was so proud. (chuckling)
Um, when her cancer came back,
she wanted to compile a retrospective
of all her photography. You know, before--
Oh. That's wonderful.
Oh, um, Heather, this is my friend Barrett.
Barrett, this is Heather, a very loyal fan.
A bunch of us used to follow Jack all around on tour.
So, did you guys have a fun nickname?
A nickname?
Yeah, like Grateful Dead has Deadheads.
Phish has Phish Phans.
It's "fans" with a PH.
It-- it makes sense when you see it written down.
Well, I'll let you get back to your night.
Good to see you.
Why did you quit touring if you had
beautiful women like that following you around?
(sighing) Well, you can't measure success
by how many gorgeous women
are hanging around outside the venue.
I mean, Heather and her friends were great,
but it turns out that no number of fans
can replace what you lost.
I can't imagine what you and Teddy have been going through.
How about I get us some drinks?
Yeah.
Barrett Woodward, you're up next.
Oh. We haven't chosen our song yet,
- and my partner's at the bar. - We run a tight ship, ma'am.
They don't call me Captain for nothing.
- But-- - It's now or not tonight.
Okay.
Dealer's choice.
("Total Eclipse of the Heart" playing)
Your friend looks terrified.
* Turn around *
* Every now and then I get a little bit lonely *
* And you're never coming 'round *
* Turn around *
* Every now and then I get a little bit tired *
* Of listening to the sound of my tears *
* Turn around *
* Every now and then I get a little bit nervous *
* That the best of all the years have gone by *
* Turn around *
* Every now and then I get a little bit terrified *
* And then I see the look in your eyes *
* Turn around bright eyes *
* Every now and then I fell apart *
* Turn around bright eyes *
* Every now and then I fall apart *
* And I need you now tonight *
* And I need you more than ever *
* And if you only hold me tight *
* We'll be holding on forever *
* And we'll only be making it right *
* 'Cause we'll never be wrong *
* Together we can take it to the end of the line *
* Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time *
* All of the time *
* I don't know what to do *
* I'm always in the dark *
* Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks *
* I really need you tonight *
* Forever's gonna start tonight *
* I was falling in love *
* Now I'm only falling apart *
* There's nothing I can do *
* Total eclipse of the heart *
(crowd cheering, applauding)
Woman: Yeah! Nice!
- (laughing) - Oh, man.
(laughing)
Oh. Oh. My side, it hurts.
I can't catch my breath!
(Barrett, Jack laughing)
I guess you had to be there.
I guess so.
It's great to see you two getting along so well.
- Oh, I wouldn't go that far. - Yeah.
- I mean, it's not like we-- - Finish--
- Each-- - Other's--
- Barrett: Sentences. - Sandwiches.
(laughing)
Come on. You got to admit, we've had a few laughs.
And we haven't ended the night
complaining about each other. At least I haven't.
- Yeah. Me, neither. - Babe, did you ever,
in your wildest dreams, think that maybe--
No.
So we should celebrate.
Uh, excuse me.
Can we get another round of mimosas on us?
Oh, hey!
You know what I was thinking?
Deviled quail eggs are not pretentious?
I'm thinking you and I should write a song for their wedding.
What?
You would do that for us?
Simon: I mean, that would be perfect.
What makes you think I can write a song?
You're a poet.
Okay. Aside from that?
Naomi: Oh, I've read your poems!
They're wonderful! It would be amazing
if other people could read them, too.
I've tried that before.
Hey. You can do this.
We can do it together.
(laughing)
(guitar playing)
*
- Hey. - So, what is the game plan?
Well, how do you, uh, start writing
all that poetry that you never show anybody?
My notebook. Or rather notebooks.
There's more than one?
I have stacks, and they are filled
with unfinished thoughts, poems, lists.
Why unfinished?
I start thinking,
"What if nobody likes it?
What if I'm not good enough?"
And then I just move on to something else.
There's always somebody out there
who's going to like what you have to say,
because there's always somebody out there
who's feeling the same thing.
Trust me.
Plus, at least you're brave enough
to dive into something new.
I hadn't thought of like that.
I guess I'm always just focusing on my loose ends.
We're artists. (chuckling)
We can't be our own worst critics, too.
There are plenty of people out there
willing to do it for us.
Don't I know it.
*
So, let's see it, Professor.
- Oh! - Oh, is there something
- in there about me? - (laughing) Oh.
Uh, yeah. I-- I might have written something about you
when I came home from your concert starving.
I did not make fun of your allergy.
- Oh. - Okay.
Maybe I sighed a little more loudly than I should have,
but that was a hard show.
I wasn't focused. I knew it showed,
and it put me in a bad mood.
I-- I did insult your music.
I misjudged it and you,
because I assumed what's popular is simple.
I think we can agree that we were both a little hasty
to judge the other.
I regret that we did.
Maybe we could've become friends earlier.
Yeah, maybe.
(door opening)
Malcolm: Knock, knock.
Ah. Um, Professor Barrett Woodward,
this is my former manager, Malcolm.
You know I don't like to think about my relationships
in the past tense.
It's nice to meet you, Barrett.
Likewise.
- Oh, what are you doing? - Um--
We are writing a song together for our friends' wedding.
Wait. You're starting to write again?
Well, you know, starting to write is easy,
but finishing something is a different story.
Ah. Did you ever, uh, finish writing that song about--
No. Nope. No, I didn't.
- Yep. - Um, is there a reason
you came by again, Malcolm?
Yeah. I got a call from Gilbert, who owns, uh--
Yeah. Sunset Village Sound.
Yeah. We made some memories there, huh?
Anyway, he's got some free studio time coming up.
- (Jack sighing) - You know how the label likes
to package a new song with a greatest hits album.
We could record "Have Me So." You always said it's
your favorite song that never made it onto an album. Hmm?
- Tell Gilbert-- - Aw.
--there are plenty of young, hungry artists out there
just dying to record at that place,
not this... old relic.
Are you sure?
There's still a fire in you.
I saw it in that engagement party video.
Just, you know, think about it, okay?
Alright.
*
I actually forgot I have to do some grading back on campus.
Um, I'm going to head back there.
You want to walk me?
Sure.
Okay. Let's go.
*
All of the flavors are all natural.
The salted caramel Oreo cookie dough swirl is to die for.
How can that be all natural?
- It is. - Barrett.
- Meadow! - I am so glad to see you.
Oh, my goodness.
(squealing) Jack Chandeller!
(laughing) Oh!
Jack, my brothers and sisters and I
used to dance around to your music all the time.
Well, it's nice to meet you... Willow?
Oh, Meadow. I work with Barrett at the college.
So, why were you happy to see me?
Oh, I need volunteers for the poetry slam.
Hard pass.
We lowered the time limit to 30 seconds.
I learned the hard way that three minutes
is an really long time when someone is just listing off
the ingredients of non-GMO foods as a form of protest.
I-- I am begging you.
Why don't you get up there?
You're a great poet.
How would you know?
Teddy.
Well, he doesn't give praise readily.
Trust me.
Please?
I'll do it.
Do what?
Slam some poetry.
You-- you just can't get up there and make up words.
This is amazing. So, I know
I said that the time limit is 30 seconds.
- Very funny! - But if you wanted to take,
like, 32 seconds or 40 seconds...
(sighing) Just clap no matter what.
(people murmuring indistinctly)
Everybody, the name's Jack.
I'm new at this, so go easy on me.
(snapping) This is so exciting!
Stuck in my past.
Stuck in my ways.
So much to lose.
The music I thought forever was gone
somehow returns.
Hearing the drums,
the sound of my heart...
beats a rhythm toward you.
*
Jack: Sometimes a look is more than you see.
*
Looking at you searching deeper in me.
Is what you find real?
Is what I see true?
*
Do you see the future when I look at you?
You think it's about you?
A cliffhanger. Which way is he gonna choose?
(audience chattering)
(laughing) That was really good.
Did you just improvise that?
*
(sighing) Unreleased lyrics.
Meadow: So, as always, we will determine the winner
with a round of snaps.
So, if you would like to vote for Wolf
and the political implications of Frogger,
snap now.
(some snapping)
And if you would like to vote for Jack
and the beautiful woman by his side.
In the poem! I mean in the poem.
Please snap now. (laughing)
(all snapping)
*
I don't know how you did it.
You just got up there
and performed like it was nothing,
but it was everything.
I mean, those were your thoughts and your words,
the most vulnerable and personal things you have,
and you just gave 'em away to be judged.
(laughing) When you've won an award called
"Dumbest Song of the Decade,"
and gotten record reviews that beg you to quit,
you can't take it personally.
Well, what about when the people
who are supposed to be on your side,
the people who matter the most to you,
are the most critical?
(sighing)
So, your parents didn't appreciate your poetry.
That says more about them than it does you.
- (sighing) - Look.
If you share your work, and it comes from your heart,
somebody out there that reads it is gonna connect with it
and they'll realize they're not alone.
And that, that makes all the criticism
and insults, well worth it
Well, I've tried that before,
multiple times.
I just don't think I could go through that again.
But you just did it. At the engagement party.
Well, that's because I had the Jack Chandeller
to share the spotlight.
No.
You're tougher than you think.
You just need to believe in yourself.
I do. (sighing)
And that connection. (laughing)
Once you feel it, there's nothing like it.
*
I'm never out on a weeknight.
Is this what they're really like?
You mean winning a poetry slam
and stuffing your face with ice cream?
- (laughing) - Oh!
I almost forgot.
- Ah! - (laughing)
Thanks.
And do I display this somewhere,
or actually use them to clip paper together?
Both.
Meadow likes prizes to be useful.
*
You always carry a guitar in your trunk?
Oh, um,
that started when I was in college.
I wanted to always have it with me
in case I ran into this stunning woman on campus.
I could play it to impress her.
Did it work?
Have you met Teddy?
(both laughing)
I just...
I never knew when she was gonna wanna hear something.
You know, picnics, road trips, chemo treatments.
*
I guess I just can't bear to take it out for good.
*
Then that's where it should stay.
*
You're a good man, Jack.
*
(sighing)
*
Thank you.
*
Good night, Jack.
(laughing) Good night, professor.
*
Uh, am I in trouble?
Were you with Barrett?
That's Professor Woodward to you.
And, yes, we went out after helping Simon and Naomi
with some wedding planning.
Oh! And I won that.
It'll be more use to you than me.
Thanks?
So, is this gonna be a regular thing?
You and my professor hangin' out?
Well, at least until the wedding.
And after that...
I don't know.
Does that bother you?
(sighing) You two gonna start a band?
(laughing) All right.
(sighing) Where's this coming from?
My worlds are mixing.
You guys are like oil and water.
And I am the, uh, immiscible layer between.
We have some things that mix.
She's a poetry professor
who lectures about symbolism all day.
Do you really think she gets your music?
Well, not completely.
Do you really think this is a good idea?
*
(sighing)
Barrett: What's that?
Meadow: Oh, you wouldn't be interested.
Maybe I would. What is it?
The department is soliciting submissions for a new anthology.
Told ya. Not for you.
- (professors laughing) - (music playing from laptop)
What are they watching?
* Close your eyes and sing *
We heard you brought a blast from the past
to the slam last night.
* Ooh wee ooh *
* You laugh at me *
Male professor: Ah, I didn't realize
you hung out with such talented artists.
Barrett: Did you also hear that Jack Chandeller
won the slam last night?
Ugh, right.
This song makes no sense.
Does he even write lyrics?
How hard is it to string together some vowels?
- (professors laughing) - Don't stoop to their level.
I'm not gonna say anything.
I've said the same thing about him myself.
He does look ridiculous. That song is nonsense.
Woman professor: His fans must be so pathetic.
I bet he just laughs at them when collecting their money.
Jack Chandeller does not laugh at his fans.
His music may not mean anything to you or me,
but it means something to a lot of people.
Have you even been to one of his concerts?
No. Have you?
Yes, someone dragged me to one once.
And everyone was having the time of their lives.
Jack Chandeller has more fans,
more people who connect with his work
than you ever will.
And you can't even get the local bookstore
to display your collection.
(gasping)
You're both so jejune.
*
- Barrett: Shall we go now? - Yeah.
*
(people chattering)
You guys looks so great. I love your shirts.
Oops, excuse me. Excuse me.
Oh, I need something to make noise.
Teddy, can you grab me a spoon?
They're in the kitchen.
Okay. Uh...
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
Jack and I wanna thank you guys
for coming to this joint bachelor-bachelorette party.
The wedding is in two weeks
and I know how excited we all are.
Jack's gonna be passing around a scavenger hunt list.
So make sure each of you, and, or, your partner gets one.
Each item on the list has a significance
to our dear friends' relationship.
Oh, look at this one.
The first pair who finds the most items in an hour wins.
And everything can be found in this neighborhood.
So, grab your partner and get out of here.
- All right, let's do this. - Woman: Okay, let's go.
- Those two are amazing. - Yeah. (laughing)
- Aren't you gonna participate? - Well, I planned the thing.
Wouldn't that be like cheating?
What, and deny yourself the opportunity to scavenge?
- (laughing) - You said it.
Go on. Get out of here.
Okay.
Hey, you okay to hold down the fort?
*
Barrett: So, we can skip that one,
because the donut bar is way too far.
You said skip everything on this list.
I have not. Not everything.
What's next?
Uh, go to Melanie's Sweet Tooth Bakery
and take a photo of you and your partner
feeding each other cupcakes wedding cake style.
Uh... (laughing)
Yeah, we can... we can skip that one too.
Looks like they beat us to it anyway.
*
Yeah, I... I think I assumed that most of the partners
would be couples.
Ah. Hm.
- (phone buzzing) - Oh!
- Emergency guitar repair?
- Ah, Malcolm. - (laughing)
That guy doesn't give up, does he?
Well, I guess that's why he was such a great manager.
Well, it seems like those nostalgia tours
could be lucrative.
(sighing) You know when it becomes about the money,
then it becomes a job.
(laughing)
You were right not to like my music back then.
My heart wasn't in it.
That first year after my wife died
I just wanted to work, work.
And I got Malcolm to schedule a tour,
but as the dates went on, I just got more and more
numb.
And I played like it.
I wanted them to cancel the whole back end,
but, Simon and Malcolm convinced me
to play that final, hometown date.
The night we met.
Mm-hm. Malcolm had to drag me on stage.
So I'm guessing it didn't help that I called you emotionless
- and boring that night? - (laughing)
I was wrong.
Thanks, but,
I shouldn't have been on that stage that night.
How do you feel about having to go back there
to perform at the wedding?
(sighing) It doesn't hold a lot of great memories.
*
But,
I'm hoping to make some new ones.
(laughing)
*
Sorry. Sorry I'm late.
That Chandeller boy give you trouble?
- Which one? - (laughing)
Whatcha reading?
Ah, I figured I should study your namesake.
You were destined to be a poet.
Destined or doomed.
Your parents don't name you
after the writer of some of the most famous
love poetry of the Victorian era
to become a mere doctor or lawyer.
Or professor?
Is that why you never pursued singing?
That's not a proper career for a Woodward.
Oh, I don't know.
* How do I love thee? *
* Let me count the ways *
You're joking, but Elizabeth Barrett Browning
had some real bangers.
So where did we leave off?
Oh!
So, we were just about to dig into the chorus
when you got hungry
and insisted we order from that Salvadoran place.
I don't regret it either.
Those were some darn good pupusas.
(laughing)
So, I took your advice and I thought,
"What does the audience want to hear?"
And I made a list of wedding symbols.
- Um, rings are pretty obvious. - Mm-hm.
And, arches, rebirth, et cetera.
Symbols?
If I love you, I'm not gonna bury my feelings
in purple prose and metaphors.
I'll just tell you I love you.
I mean... I don't mean I love you.
- (both laughing) - Of course not, you hate me.
You know what I mean.
And I've written those songs too.
- Okay. - I have.
* I was lost like a man at sea *
* Drifting, wondering where I could be *
* Then you came along *
* Your words so free *
* Falling like rain *
* On the desert of me *
That's beautiful.
Oh, wow. I don't know about "beautiful."
Jack, I love it.
(laughing lightly)
Uh, but I don't recognize it as a Jack Chandeller original.
It's from deep in the vault.
Well, you should bring it out. That deserves to be heard.
Oh, hey, hey! Professor Woodward!
-Hey! -Oh, and the guy from the video.
- (laughing) - Come on!
My own students don't even recognize me from the video?
I'm sorry if I embarrass you at your place of employment.
I'm not embarrassed, but,
maybe we should go back to my office
for some privacy.
Let me just throw this back in the trunk.
Okay.
(both laughing)
Okay, well, we still haven't settled anything.
- No. - But I was thinking.
Malcolm mentioned you have an unfinished song.
So, maybe we could try working on that?
(sighing)
Ah, Professor Dodson.
Professor Woodward. Are you Jack Chandeller?
Yes, this is the Jack Chandeller.
Recipient of two Grammy nominations,
an American Music Award, an MTV Music Award--
I just wanna make sure Professor Dodson knows
how accomplished you are.
I may be a religious studies teacher,
but I know a lot about this man.
I also know how great you two were in that video.
(gasping) You recognized me?
- (both laughing) - Of course!
Look, I know you get this a lot,
but, um, I just wanted to say thank you for your music.
Ah, well, that's very kind of you.
Thank you.
I listened to Ooh Wee Ooh non-stop
when my wife was getting her chemo treatment,
and I know you wrote it
when your wife was going through the same thing.
- How'd your wife do? - Two years cancer free.
(laughing with relief) That's fantastic.
- Well, give her my best. - I will.
It was nice meeting you.
And, thank you again.
- Oh, Jack! - Hey, no.
No, it's fine, really. Hey, it's fine.
- Really. - It is not fine.
I... (sighing)
I was rude and dismissive. I was a total jerk.
I had no idea that's what the song was about.
- I just thought it was... - Mouth sounds? (laughing)
You're not alone.
"Ooh Wee Ooh" was just a noise one of the machines made
in the hospital when Jeannie was going through treatment.
And I started singing along with it to make her laugh.
Well, make us both laugh.
Nobody listens to the verses.
Well, I am so glad that I know now what it meant to you,
what it still means to you.
*
We've known each other for a decade,
and I still don't know so much about you.
What do you wanna know, professor?
Well, I still wanna know a lot more about your music.
Well, I've got a pretty extensive catalogue.
It could take a while.
It's not a school night.
Well, afterwards, do I get to finally see
what's in those notebooks?
Can be arranged.
*
- Hi, there. - Hi.
- Hey, I'll take those. - Oh, thank you.
Come on in.
I'll put these on the coffee table
and then we can work in here.
Sounds great.
*
- That's Jeannie's work. - Yep, it is.
Yeah, the photos she took of me really put people in the seats
early in my career,
and then she went on to shoot big name artists
who sold out stadiums,
but, she always said I was her favorite subject.
I'm sorry.
Don't. Don't apologize.
Again, I could've corrected you
and I didn't.
Plus, I'd venture to guess not many people
have numerous giant photos of themselves
hanging in their house.
- But it's art. - It is.
'Cause she was really talented.
*
So, how do we do this?
So, you're going to take the stamper, stamp the tag,
put a cookie in the bag, and then I'll do the rest.
I take it you've been in a lot of weddings.
I have the local mason jar distributor on speed dial.
Well, why haven't you...
Don't finish asking the question no woman of a certain age
wants to answer.
Okay.
(laughing)
I dated in college.
Art majors, fellow poets, songwriters.
All throughout my life, the poems I would return to
were romantic, fiery, even.
I thought the artistic types would be able to match
the kind of passion I wanted, but, none did.
And I vowed I would never settle for anyone
who didn't awaken that desire.
*
I mean, I've dated a lot of nice guys,
but, no one I couldn't live without.
Didn't you wanna have some company once in a while?
- Well, who says I haven't? - Ah.
(laughing) But I do enjoy my independence.
It seems like every week I read some article
about some woman who's lived to be 105 years old
and when the reporters ask her what's her secret,
you know what she always says?
- Hm. - "Stay away from men."
(laughing)
What are you doing hanging around with me?
I'm calculating if you're worth the time
you're gonna take off my life.
(laughing)
Well, let me know when you figure it out.
While I'm already asking questions I shouldn't be asking,
how does one become a professor of poetry
without sharing their writing?
(inhaling deeply and sighing)
I was finishing up my PhD dissertation,
a poetry collection,
and I shared it with my mentor,
gave her a preview.
She hated it.
In no uncertain terms.
And she voted against approving it.
Luckily, the other members of the committee
disagreed with her.
Did you ever confront her?
I left university with my degree and I never looked back.
It was, uh,
that week of your farewell concert
that I had just had my meeting with my advisor.
(sighing)
Naomi thought it would cheer me up to bring me along.
(groaning)
I guess it didn't help
when I said that you couldn't write if you tried.
- (laughing) No, it didn't. - Sorry.
But what that woman said was 10 years ago,
and is one person's opinion.
My advisor's opinion.
The most important and influential person
in my academic world.
Imagine if the person who had encouraged and nurtured you
when you were starting out as a songwriter told you,
during the most nerve-racking moment of your life,
that you were a fraud,
that you didn't have the talent to make it.
I would've been devastated, and, may have even quit.
I did.
Or at least, I stopped sharing my writing.
I decided I could focus on teaching analysis,
and, anything I wrote would be for myself,
and only myself.
And I promised I would always encourage my students,
no matter their level of talent.
There's always room for improvement.
*
Maybe it's time you show yourself some of that grace
you give your students.
*
Well, when I got home
from the ice cream parlor,
- I had your voice in my head. - Hm.
And I started writing something new.
Oh, what's it about?
- I can't tell you that. - Oh, come on!
Maybe I can arrange a private reading.
Well, I can't wait.
And, if I can publish something, maybe you can schedule a concert
and finally give those "Jack Addicts"
what they're looking for.
- "Jack Addicts." - (laughing)
It's the only name I could come up with for your fans
Nothing rhymes or alliterates.
Uh, maybe.
*
These need ribbon curls.
How do we do that?
You don't know how to curl ribbon?
- No. - (laughing)
Uh, where's your scissors?
Uh, top drawer of that desk you walked by when you came in.
- Okay. - I'll get some more tape.
All right.
*
He has a notebook. (laughing)
*
Barrett: Oh, hey, Teddy.
Hey. Hey!
Hey.
Did I do something to upset you?
*
I saw you the other day in the department lounge,
you and all the other professors
laughing at Dad's music video.
- Teddy, I'm sorry that you-- - No.
No, no, "sorry..."
Sorry is not enough.
When my mom died, my dad protected me
from everything and everybody.
He did everything in his power to just let me grieve,
let me be sad, confused, angry.
No one did that for him.
Now it's my turn to protect him.
I care about him.
(laughing) Yeah, right.
I do. Hey!
And I don't want him to get hurt either.
That's why I did defend him.
I told them that they were wrong.
You did?
Yes, of course I did.
*
- Guess I left too soon. - (laughing)
Well, it's good a thing you did,
'cause you don't need to see your professors talking smack.
(laughing) I mean, you're all poets.
- How much smack can you talk? - (laughing)
Well, if you're asking if it rhymed, then no,
but, I did insult my fellow professors' book sales
and content.
I even managed to work in the word "jejune"
for the first time.
(both laughing)
Everything okay in here?
Yeah. Everything's okay.
*
- (knocking) - You, uh, going to bed soon?
In a bit.
Just got a few more lines of this poem to write.
Ah, for class?
Nah, just for me.
Feeling inspired.
(laughing)
Uh, Professor Woodward turn you into a poet?
Maybe. Uh, I really dig her class.
And her.
(laughing) I'm glad.
Okay, get some sleep. I love you.
I love you too.
*
Hi, Simon.
I've got the wedding favors for you in the car
and I went ahead and ordered an appetizer.
I hope that's okay. And you like calamari, right?
Who doesn't?
So, hey, what were you watching
that you definitely didn't want me to see
and are now trying to distract me?
It's just, um, guitar restoration videos on YouTube.
- It's boring, nerdy stuff. - Mm-hm.
You wouldn't be...
into.
Yeah. Well, press play.
* Ooh wee ooh *
Come on!
*
You did have some pretty sick moves.
(laughing) I did, didn't I?
Okay, so, what's goin' on?
What's with all the nostalgia all of a sudden?
Just lately I've been feeling like something's missing.
Missing? Like what?
Like I wanna perform again.
*
(laughing)
*
(knocking)
Meadow, hey. What's up?
How is that new teacher's assistant working out?
What are you writing that you definitely don't want me to see
and are now asking questions to distract me?
Are you writing a poem for the anthology?
Oh, I already turned that in.
- What?! - (laughing)
Barrett Woodward publishes new work.
What has gotten into you?
Wait. Don't tell me.
Let me guess.
(inhaling deeply) J-A-C-K.
Oh, would you go have your fun somewhere where other people
are not trying to write?
So what is this? Can I read it?
It's private.
Oh, here we go.
Another poem lost to the depths of one of your notebooks.
Oh, it's not a poem. It's a song.
A song?! The song?
(both laughing)
Where's Jack?
I thought the two of you were working on this together?
We are.
In a way.
Jack!
I've got something exciting to tell you.
Oh, hey.
I have something exciting to tell you too.
You first.
*
Where'd you get that?
From the desk at your house when you asked me
to go find the scissors.
I found your notebook.
And you said you weren't a notebook guy.
(laughing) So I took the lyrics
from your unfinished song and I just started writing.
And usually I self-edit so much when I'm writing my poems, but,
I just let it flow.
Go easy on me. It's my first attempt.
Why'd you do that?
Because we've been having such a difficult time
writing a song together the traditional way.
I wanted to make a connection with anyone who hears this song.
With you.
I have no interest in going back to that.
This is a chance to create something new.
I'm giving away my thoughts, my... my words.
I thought you would be proud of me for that,
and for finishing something.
Some things should just be left alone.
You mean covered up.
What do you know? You've never been in love.
*
(sighing)
*
That's what you think?
*
I don't even know what I'm doing here.
*
I don't think we should try to perform together.
This was never gonna work.
*
I guess it never has.
*
You're shallow and I'm a snob, right?
*
* Never gotten to know *
* All of that grief is washed away *
* When I smile and say *
* Hold me and never let me go *
* I'll stay forever if you'll have me so *
* Hold me and never let me go *
* I'll stay forever if you'll have me so *
* If you'll have me so *
*
Yeah, I think we need to lay that down again.
- You sounded great. - You did.
(sighing)
Hey, why don't you take 10, wet your whistle,
and we'll keep going, okay?
So, what's goin' on in here?
In my brain or in the studio?
Both.
I thought you said it sounded great.
It did. It sounds amazing.
I mean, you sound like you never left.
But, come on, I know that's not how you really feel.
I don't know, pal.
We're finally recording a song
that we fought to get on a record years ago.
And people seem to still want to listen to me play.
Why do I feel like this isn't even what I wanted?
Maybe we shouldn't try to recapture what I had.
*
Is this the notebook with all your old lyrics?
Yeah.
I haven't seen it outside of its drawer in years.
You knew I kept it there?
Come on, Dad.
Every time you're in a mood, you go over to Mom's old desk
open the drawer, stare, and then close it back up.
What's it doin' out?
Barrett found it, and she took it upon herself
to finish the lyrics to my last song.
Are they any good?
It doesn't matter if they're good.
What matters is I left that song unfinished for a reason.
It does matter if they're good.
Dad, you can't keep everything covered up forever.
(sighing) That's what Barrett said.
*
I know. They're great.
The imagery, the rhythm,
she even threw in some assonance.
Is that poetry speak?
(laughing) Yeah.
So she's gotten to you too.
This is perfect for Naomi and Simon's wedding.
I know.
Then why do you look so miserable?
Because I ruined the whole
"give your best friends a gift they'll never forget" thing.
I told Barrett we shouldn't perform together.
You want my opinion?
I don't think you're upset that she finished your lyrics.
I think you're upset because you're gonna have to
deal with your feelings for the first time in 10 years.
Oh, wait, I thought you didn't want me to get close to her?
I wanted to protect you. Protect me.
When Mom died, when you stopped touring,
you lost everything.
- But I didn't lose you. - But I almost lost you.
Do you remember how depressed you were?
I do.
I... I couldn't risk you falling back into that place
if it didn't work out.
*
I...
I'll never go back there.
Okay?
All right? I promise.
*
My favorite memories are sitting in the living room,
listening to you play guitar,
Mom singing along with you as best she could.
(laughing)
Yeah, mine too.
You deserve something like that again.
(laughing)
We both do.
I gotta get ready for the wedding.
Oh, before I forget... (grunting)
..that was left by our front door.
Barrett: Dear Jack,
I took your advice and your words to heart.
I wanted to send you my soon-to-be published poem.
It's chock full of purple prose, symbolism, and metaphors.
And it's all thanks to you.
I hope you connect with it and realize you're not alone.
Love, Barrett.
*
(laughing)
*
There you are.
I have been looking all over for you.
What's wrong?
I can't seem to finish my vows.
Everything I try it doesn't seem to fit what I wanna say.
I'm not exactly an expert here.
But you have a way with words.
I guess you could start out with what you felt when you met.
Talk to him about how he makes you feel.
Uh, how what you have is special, unique.
What you promise to honor in your relationship.
How everything was worth the wait.
That's perfect.
Yeah, that... that's it.
That's just what I wanted to say.
Glad to be of service.
Now, let's get out there and get you wedded happily ever after.
(Both laughing)
*
Oh, hey, um, at the studio
you said that you feel incomplete.
Well, I think it's pretty clear why.
You gonna tell me?
You're not a solo artist anymore, my friend.
You're a part of a duo.
*
- Hey. - Hi.
Uh, Simon wanted some advice with his vows.
(laughing) So did Naomi.
Well, I guess we should get out there
and get into position.
Yeah, well, see you in there.
*
When our eyes first met, I was stunned.
I... I couldn't look away.
I felt like we were the only two people in the room.
When we're together, I feel a passion
that I have never felt before.
And when you feel a connection like that,
it's like nothing else.
I promise not to give you grief over the way you over-prepare
for every little thing.
(laughing)
I promise that I will always be on your side,
no matter what.
You're always willing to dive in to something new
and I vow to always protect that.
I promise that I will always be open to your ideas
and that I will always be willing to put in the work.
Simon: I vow to always tell you what I'm feeling,
to be open and honest.
It took longer than it should have
for us to come together, but... (laughing)
..you were worth the wait.
I hope that we always...
..finish each other's...
..sandwiches.
(all laughing)
*
- Simon: I love you. - Naomi: I love you too.
*
(applauding and cheering)
(all chattering)
Hey, everybody. My name's Jack.
(all cheering and applauding)
And I'm honored to be the best man,
and I wanted to thank you all for coming out tonight
to celebrate the nuptials of Naomi and Simon,
our wonderful friends.
Uh, Barrett, the maid of honor, and I
offered to write a song for the happy couple.
And we did, just not really in the way
either of us had planned. (laughing)
I don't think anything that happened in the past month
was in anybody's plans,
or notebooks.
But, Barrett, would you do me the honor of coming up
and singing it with me?
I can't.
We haven't even played it before.
It's okay. You'll be great.
Go on. You belong up there.
Everybody, please welcome Barrett Woodward to the stage!
(all cheering and applauding)
Thank you.
We haven't even rehearsed this.
We don't need to.
It's perfect.
And you can get that instant feedback
you always wanted.
What if they hate it?
- So what. - So what.
Hey.
Thank you for letting me complete your song.
(laughing) It's ours now.
*
* I was lost *
* Like a man at sea *
* Driftin', wonderin' *
* Where I could be *
* And you came along *
* Your words so free *
* Falling like rain *
* On the desert of me *
* I wasn't lost *
* But I wasn't found *
* Wanting *
* 'Fraid to be swept off my ground *
* You came along *
* With your silly love songs *
* My heart laughed *
* For the first time in so long *
* Each of us looking *
* For the part we might sing *
* Both of us longing *
* For the music *
(mouthing) Once more.
* For the music *
* Music we'd bring *
* Now we are singing *
* In perfect harmony *
* We each found our part *
* And we're singing it strong *
* Yes, we are singing *
* In perfect harmony *
* Love in our hearts *
* 'Cause we're singing *
* Love songs *
* Singing in perfect harmony *
*
* Singing in *
* Perfect harmony *
* Singing in perfect *
* Harmony *
(all applauding and cheering)
They loved it.
Your lyrics were perfect. Thank you.
Only because I had something magical to build on.
Thank you.
*
Those vows were something, huh?
Yeah. I meant every word.
Me too.
*
(clinking)
Oh, no, I think that's for the bride and groom.
- No. - (all clinking)
Hey.
No reason we can't join in.
(all clinking)
(all cheering and applauding)
* Ooh wee ooh *
Oh, I love this song!
Oh, yeah, sure you do.
* I smile at you *
- I'm so happy for you. - Jack: Thanks, man.
* Hey, I'm crackin' up *
* Ooh wee ooh *
* Comin' through *
* Take my hand and hold on tight *
* I can sing *
- Hi. - Hi.
* These words all night *
* Can you? Ooh wee ooh *
* Ooh wee ooh, Ooh wee ooh *
*