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Shalom, Paris.
I loved you for mountains and valleys
From Oakland to Brussels and Bali
Isn't life a bitch When you're so young and dumb?
Before the sunburn Takes a hold and hurts a ton
I couldn't stand still in Maui
Yeah, yeah
I could but I can't
'Cause you're home and someone's there now
Can't believe your mom never showed it.
Yeah.
Check this out.
I wrote this about you, you know.
Really?
"Magical She".
I think about you all the time on the road.
You and your mom.
I'm...
I'm trying.
Things will be different.
I can see a magical she
With the power of alchemy
This song's about me?
Sure is.
Shame she never played for you.
Yeah.
I can't believe my eyes
It's no illusion
All of it always there, it's mine
And...
Realize everything is not what it seems
I'd prefer if you didn't.
I'd prefer you didn't fall asleep on the job.
Especially on our hectic one-to-rush.
Wow!
- Did you see that? - Next lesson will be here soon.
But I...
I have superpowers.
Sleeping upright is impressive,
but not a superpower.
Sorry,
it's these new meds.
Yeah, that's it!
Ok. And then try pushing your pick up like this.
Good night, Portland!
You try.
My work here is done.
Start from the top.
W'dup, fam?
I'm your bestie Charlotte,
I'll be streaming tonight for a few hours.
Singing some covers, some originals, and some other bops.
So make sure you join. Peace.
Just like a paper crane
Fragile and poorly made
Chaos unfolds inside my heart
Oh Lord
Life hanging by a string
That's holding everything
When it unravels it'll all fall apart
I now that I was born To be so good at this
To find a problem Then make a fool of it
So tell me why Just waking up takes all my strength
Why'd they have to make me So damn delicate
So
Oh, delicate
Ok.
Flava Boy!
What up, bro, you magnificent mortal?
Dude, Angelo, thank you for that crazy tip.
I'm still working on the chorus, guys.
If you keep helping me get to my monthly gimlet goal,
I'll go to Nelson Conservatory next spring.
So please keep spreading the love.
And this material
Is sad and beautiful
It might be tattered But at least it still keeps me warm
Holy shit! BrunoMarsBars!
That is fucking crazy.
Thank you for that insane tip.
I love you.
Alright, this chorus is for you.
I know that I was born To be so good at this
To find a problem Then make a fool of it
So tell me why Just waking up takes all my strength
Why'd they have to make me So damn delicate
I know that I was born To build a bigger dream
My strongest muscles Supposed to be the heart in me
So tell me why It hurts so much to follow it
Why'd they have to make me So damn delicate
So
Oh, delicate
So
Oh, delicate
Holy shit, guys, you're so sweet.
I try to understand
Why all my life is such a let down
Don't want to admit it's over
But all I realize is over
I wish you would've back me over
You know that you could
Now we're back in love
So, when's the last time you heard from them?
Never.
Label has no reason to call us.
Don't know how they got my number.
What'd they want?
They're doing some tribute concert
for the 20th anniversary of his debut album.
Of course they are.
And what they want you to, like,
be a part of the show?
They asked if I wanted to give my input but,
no, they want you to perform.
Fuck that.
They want me to go there and eulogize the asshole?
Relax.
Are you relaxed?
Yes, mother.
Good.
I am not your mother.
- I am your creator! - God.
Your maternal master.
- Forever Queen of Gin Rummy! - Right. It's first to a hundred!
All hail my splendor!
My audacious bravery!
Need to get out of this town.
Bow to me, servant.
It's first to a hundred, nutcase.
Bow to me!
Oh, my God!
Muffin time.
No more games until you empty the dryer.
- Weirdo! - Thank you!
Fucking.
Yo!
- I've to go to work! - Your shit's in the dryer.
Mom, seriously?
What is this?
You made a noose.
- Clear the dryer, roomie. - God you're infuriating.
- I'm hilarious! - You're a lunatic.
They asked you to play?
They asked my mom to ask me to play.
Right. Well?
Yeah, I think that it's.
The label knew him. You knew him.
I didn't know him.
And when I leave
no one will be able...
And I won't...
I finally won't just be Jack's daughter.
It doesn't seem like it, but he tried.
- Not hard, but I think he tried. - What's a tribute show?
Are all his stans gonna communally build a clay sculpture in his likeness,
kumbaya about the first time they masturbated to his album?
It's a way for the label to make money.
Nope, nope.
Wanna help the customer?
Sir, we're actually closed.
- You gotta leave. - Oh, really?
The sign on the door says...
You're breaking and entering.
I mean, it's trespassing if anything.
B&E requires...
- Never mind, I'll leave. - You should.
- Right now. - I will. But I'll be filing...
Hi!
Hey! Guess you're not closed.
Don't leave me again.
When an old lady comes out:
"Get off my street!"
Don't hurt her ugly dog!
Where Chelsea lives?
I think it was there.
I missed you.
And I look down, and I've completely forgotten
all of my books, all of my pencils
- Party all night. - Just bonding in a tiny room?
- Pretty good, actually. - Yeah.
You pretty much cram a bunch of people in a small dorm room
- and we have a life-changing experience. - There's no way
your dumb college parties beat our bonfire parties.
Our bonfire parties didn't have a DJ and...
seemingly unlimited Molly and hotties
and hotties named Molly.
And your college parties also don't have me, douche.
Yeah, that's true.
Do you have a job this summer?
I might help my dad again, but...
I already have an internship lined up for next semester.
Wow. Look at you.
I just wanna breathe.
I have friends come into town.
You'll love them.
How's the bank account looking?
Okay.
Should have enough saved by new year.
- Fuck, really? - Yeah.
That's great.
You're gonna be able to peace out?
Yeah,
if what I'm making on Parse stays consistent.
I mean, like...
when the time comes.
You'll leave this behind.
- What about... - I can't...
I can't wait around.
I need to.
You had no problem leaving.
- I didn't. - Right.
Why should be different for me?
We said we'd talk once a week.
I read an article today about memories.
You'll like it.
- Send it to me. - I saved it.
Said our memories are unreliable,
that we are unreliable narrators of our own lives.
- I believe that. - Yeah. Yeah.
This feels really nice.
This tickles.
Hey!
What will you do when I'm not here?
No.
You're not going anywhere.
You'll run off and put yourself in debt
to study to be a musician?
I'm not explaining this again.
Fine, fine.
Go across the country to Nelson.
The sooner you go the sooner you can drop out.
Really, Mary.
What?
You said that successful musicians drop out...
It's not what you meant.
Your father didn't need that.
Yeah? Jack is a pretty low standard for success...
Your father was
boisterously successful.
I mean, those people... are throwing him a tribute!
Why are you defending him?
Where is this coming from?
I'm not... I'm just saying, you know?
- He was... - Right.
very successful. And
- you could maybe learn... - Yes, I should!
I should aspire to the drug abusing, cheating man-whore
that abandoned you and us
and never even thought to send a birthday card.
Yes, the dream!
He spent that week with you.
Five days is not a week.
Nearly. And it was great.
For who?
You had a great time.
- Yeah... Well... - You can't say you didn't.
Right? It was great.
You weren't there when...
What?
One night
I went to bed, and...
he...
He came into my room in the night.
Don't think he knew I was there, he was strung out.
But he had three girls with him.
And then...
Charlie.
How... You can't do that.
- What kind of gen-z feminist are you? - What?
Maybe he did!
- Our memories are unreliable. - Stop.
- That hurts. - But... I'm just playing.
You're mean, roomie.
Come on, mom.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
He didn't do that.
No, he didn't.
He was only a moderately terrible douchebag.
- You're burning my dinner. - Shit.
Did you take my shoelaces?
You wouldn't hang with me.
Come, let's play for a bit.
What you're playing?
I don't know.
It's new.
If something's missing in the way
I was probably born and raised
Say there's nothing left to say
'Cause I've got you
So if they put me in my grave
Had a dollar to my name
There'd be a smile on my face
'Cause I've got you
Hey.
You sing them.
'Cause I've got you
And there's nothing left to prove
'Cause I've got you
Just how the sun looks at the moon
'Cause I've got you
Where the tough times hardly bloom
'Cause I've got you
I'm ringing you so soon
'Cause I've got you
Yeah, 'cause I've got you
Yeah
'Cause I've got you
Yeah, I've got you
Michells.
- Nice to meet you. - This is Charlotte.
- Hi, Scooter. - What's up?
We heard a lot about you.
- Sure thing. - Oh, really?
I bet you've wild stories of our boy growing up?
- Alright. - I'm more interested
what College-Barry is like.
Studious.
Definitely studious. A fucking nerd.
- Sounds on brand. - That's not...
I know how to get down.
That's the nerdiest thing you've said.
Seriously. You remember that one party?
You brought your Kindle to the party
- just in case. - That was one time!
I had a midterm coming.
- Was that the party that he met Valerie? - It was!
- Then he started smoking cigs for her. - I didn't smoke for her.
- You smoke now? - No.
You carried a pack in case you ran into her.
- It was for two weeks! Get in. - The entire semester!
- You wanna sit in the front? - No, it's ok.
Shotgun.
- You were like a foot in front of me. - Too bad.
And then I go home,
literally one hour later she calls me breaking up with me.
- No! - No!
- It was that bad? - It was.
Barry!
- You did have that basket... - Probably didn't go through the package.
Beer isn't that expensive.
- It's what they drink. - Well, they can bid for it.
I'm sure they will.
You don't wanna grab cigs?
We can go back.
- It was... stupid. - Well, Valerie must've been special.
Charlotte?
Rissa.
Holy shit!
Hi.
Oh, it's been forever.
How are you?
I'm good, great.
This is Barry, I don't think you guys have met.
This is my...
Jack's widow.
- Yeah, it's nice to meet you, Barry. - You too.
So, I guess it hasn't been since the service.
I didn't go to the funeral, but
yeah, around that time.
- Right. - Yeah.
Eight years then.
You gotta see this.
Skyler
is quite the little man now.
Holy shit.
Right?
I'm sure he'd love to...
You can...
You can come over anytime.
That sucks. Why were we there?
- Of all the parties we could've been to. - Yeah.
You can't... you can't take it over.
I'm glad you overcame your addiction.
Mary!
You're a drug dealer, no?
We're running low here.
That smell good, baby.
You're smooth.
So are you!
Corner!
Coming up!
Here's to good stuff.
We're gonna need medium woman torque on this one.
You got it, chef! You got it!
Blueberries!
You've outdone yourself.
Thank you, chef.
They come to work drunk nearly every god damn day, but
fuck if she don't make a magical muff.
Yeah, baby.
Yeah. Okay.
All in the family.
What's going on?
I had no idea of anybody at this party.
I am drugged as fuck myself.
I kid you not,
I'm walking on the hallway
and this house was fucking huge!
When I walked to what I thought was the bathroom...
- Don't say it! - Yes!
- And it is the fucking closet. - No.
And Barry is in there with Morgan Garza,
- just inhaling her fucking mouth! - No!
- That's not what happened. - Fuck off, you know what happened.
Just like a fucking full dementor.
Yeah, okay, okay, maybe that's what happened.
It's what happened, you know it.
But she said!
Morgan said that I was a good kisser.
My God, that's like, Valerie all over again, that's not true!
And you kept denying my love for you, so...
- So you went full dementor. - I did.
That's right, Barry did say you were his first true crush.
Yeah, well.
- Were? - Okay, alright.
You're fucking full of yourself.
Here we go, perfect timing.
I'm so sorry, Barry told me to.
- Geez, no... - Come on!
- Yes, come on! - Come on, play for them.
Why?
Barry did say you're pretty okay at guitar.
What else did you bring it for, firewood? Come on.
Just one song.
Seriously? You are fucking drunk.
You're the fucking drunk! Come on, this is perfect.
Please?
Alright, one song.
Just one song.
After a shot we convince you to play more.
- Give it to me. - Yeah.
Okay.
Wish I could remember you
The way you would want me to
Riding our bikes through the park
Talking all night in the dark
But don't words have a funny way
Pierce right through reality
Suddenly everything changed
And now I'm just praying to see you
The same
Everybody knew you differently
So I'm here trying to piece together
Who you are
Stories never align
A puzzle I could never piece together
I wish I could've seen you differently
Guess beauty's within the eye
If I were to poeticize
I'm bursting with so much to say
I'm standing outside trying to see you
The same
Everybody knew you differently
So I'm here trying to piece together
Who you are
Stories never align
A puzzle I could never piece together
I wish I could've seen you differently
I wish I could've seen
I wish I could've seen you differently
- My God. - Damn, Charlotte.
- You broke. - I know, right?
What the fuck?
Hike anyone?
I'll grab another drink.
Tell me you have that recorded.
Take all my money.
Thank you.
Probably my favorite of yours.
It was a good song.
Here we go. She's singing it.
- This way? - Yeah, follow my lead,
I know the woods like I know the back of my hand, ok?
- I knew she was gonna kill us. - Differently
Michelle, where the fuck?
Stop singing, answer my question,
where are we going?
Watch out.
That's a good question.
- Holy shit. - This is nuts.
Fly-dive until you're unconscious.
- Well, whatever. - How did you find it?
In the interwebs.
Shit. Oh, shit.
This seems a smart activity.
Are you sure? Is this safe?
How you know it's deep enough?
- There's only one way to find out. - Shit.
- No way. - My God, be careful.
Bye!
No.
Fucking Christ, Michelle.
- Fucking crazy. - She's fucking nuts.
Do you see her?
Where is she?
- You're a lunatic! - You're a lunatic, you slut!
- Should I guess it's deep enough? - Guess it is.
Heads up!
Okay.
That's confidence.
You're gonna do this?
Yeah. Aren't you?
Yeah. But I don't have to.
Look at all the stars, Scooter.
Wow.
I heard Mercury is in Gatorade.
You're an idiot.
What?
Hey. Really. This is dumb. We shouldn't have come here.
Who's next?
You're up.
- Chicken! - Jump!
Together?
No, it's fine, I'll watch you first.
Ok.
- Let's go, faggots. - Come on!
- Don't die. - I'll try.
Are you coming?
- How could I do that? - Gosh.
Come on.
- Are you ok? - Yeah.
Now, that's unbelievable.
- What the fuck, dude? - That was bad, Barry.
I know.
Come on.
My God.
Oh God.
Okay.
You got this, Charlotte.
Come on!
Okay.
Charlotte?
Where's she?
Shit.
She okay?
Charlotte, are you okay?
Charlotte!
Charlotte, are you okay?
Charlotte.
Are you okay?
Hey.
You didn't have to leave them.
Love you, Charlotte.
I love you, too.
I also love you!
Say it back, bitch!
I love you all!
Go to sleep, you fucking dorks.
You guys go.
I can see a body of dreams
And it reads like a classic piece
And I can see a magical she
With the power of alchemy
Dust to snowflakes, stones to gold
I can't believe my eyes
It's no illusion
All of it always there, it's mine
And...
Jack!
Jack, what the fuck!
Where are you?
The water is crazy pulling!
What the fuck?
Jack!
Mom?
Mama
Mama, will you miss me?
Gotta make our own key
She looked like she had her shit together.
Rissa always had her shit together.
Yeah, well, dad didn't leave her high and dry, so...
I don't like this picture of you.
The label called again.
They wanted a final answer.
You didn't give them a final answer.
Do you know why they want you to play?
Because I'm the offspring
of a decent songwriter who made a popular debut album,
who instead of falling into inevitable mediocrity
amassed a cult following for forgetting to hire a lifeguard.
Did you rehearse that?
They don't want me to play because of what I can do.
It's because of my last name.
Nope, nope.
I told them you weren't interested.
Good.
Cause you're not.
Right.
I mean, why would I wanna be known for playing his music?
I don't wanna follow his footsteps.
Well, then you can follow in mine!
Be your own woman,
your own brand.
What?
You make muffins for stoners.
Illegally.
No, no. I'm a Momtrepreneur!
- A momtrepreneur... - Yes, a momtrepreneur.
And it's a legal gray area.
Yeah, you're not exactly curing cancer, criminal.
I'll have you know that I read an article yesterday.
I did. And there's a new study saying that
it might delay the onset of cancer.
Ok, thank you.
I'll send it to you.
You could follow in his footsteps.
I'm just saying that...
you're very capable.
If you wanted to.
Gotta make our own key
Mama, will you miss me?
Gotta make our own key
Sorry, fuck.
Ok! Here we go again.
Gotta make our own key
Key
That's a B.I.M., baby.
Bop in the making.
Indubitably!
Thanks for tuning in, fam.
If you're joining, what's up?
Long-time subs remember Barry.
He goes to college and uses big words.
"I'd like Barry to come shake my eggs."
- Gross. - What does that mean?
You'll have to fight off college girls
that he's courting and smoking ciggys with.
Well...
Here's a nice one.
"I hope you go and drown like your dad, you talentless fuck."
- Jesus. - Well, ChargerBoy99,
I hope you go and choke on a big...
- choke on a big... - Hold on, let her finish!
I tried.
Swing and a miss.
Bye, dickhead.
Alright, anyways. We're here for a while...
Send in your requests.
Ok. Try the minor again.
I have to do every key?
Yeah, most of the fingering's the same.
And then we can jam?
Look,
I guarantee Dave Grohl had to learn his major and minor scales
before writing "Monkey Wrench."
Really?
I don't know,
maybe not.
But you're going to.
Then you can say you're better than him.
Ok.
- Thanks. - How's he doing?
Great. He's the next Dave Grohl.
Or the next Jack Lakes.
I always brag to my friends about who Ryan's teacher is.
Yeah. Thanks.
See you next week.
Bye, Ryan.
Charlotte.
You got a minute?
Yeah.
How close are you to your goal?
I'm...
I should've enough saved by the end of the year.
I have to trim your hours.
Look, I've kept you as long as I can, but it's just...
It's been slow.
Charlotte.
You'll keep your lessons charge more if you want.
- I'm so close. - I know.
I know and I'm sorry, Charlotte, but
I'll continue to give you as many hours as I can...
Shortly before you were minted, I believe.
He looks young.
Yeah.
Man, he did love that guitar.
More than most things.
Yeah, you don't have to tell me twice.
What happened to it?
I don't know.
I think it got lost when they liquidated his gear.
He could make that thing sing.
Yup.
Space of my own Place to call home
- Nice shot. - Awesome shot.
Right here.
Try to pass.
Nice shoot.
- I'm on fire. - No way.
- Give me that. - That was so close.
Hi, Skyler.
Do you know who I am?
Seen photos.
Who are you?
I'm Charlotte.
Skyler's sister.
Mom says you're my half-sister.
- Well... - Well, your half-sister is full hot.
Wow.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah.
Go get the ball.
Chill, brodeo.
Hi.
Hey.
- Here we go. - Get outta here!
I can't believe I'm looking at you in this room.
Thank you.
So,
have to tell you something,
and try not to get mad.
I... I've sort of been
watching your streams.
Rissa, you stalker.
No, no!
I just haven't seen you and Mary.
With the tribute coming up, I wanted to know how you were doing.
Well then... I suppose I'm flattered.
Goodness.
You and Skyler both got his beady eyes, right?
Well,
if you watch the streams close enough, you'll notice I don't care much for
that.
I understand.
That's why you told the label you didn't want to do it.
Skyler seems like a great kid.
Yes. Yeah, he really is.
I understand you're hurting.
I'm wondering
have you considered it might
help you process that if you played at the tribute?
- Don't have to play his music... - I'm not.
Rissa,
I'm happy to see you.
I am,
but you don't know me
or the life my mom and I live.
I met the man once
and I read his obituary four months later.
All he left me was a song.
Yeah, you're right.
It's not my place.
I know that you and your mom have
a complicated relationship with Jack's memory...
I gathered as much when you refused to cash the checks,
and I respect that.
But I'm sure Skyler wouldn't mind hanging out his older sister some more,
so yeah, maybe we start there.
What checks?
- You told me that. - He didn't.
And you told me to stop asking.
Yeah, because that money,
that Rissa wants to give us is not ours.
It's money that comes from him,
money from his music, from when he was with you.
Money from when he wrote songs about us. About me.
Money from "Magical She."
- It's not... - There's plenty of songs about you
and how you fucked things up. That's money we should have.
That is not for you to decide, ok?
Just because he failed you doesn't mean he'll fail me.
My God, Charlotte.
My God. Ok, where is it?
Hold on, let me get something.
Here it is! My "raising a teenage brat" Bingo card.
Yep! Just as I thought.
I got "irrationally makes me the villain."
You're such a bitch.
Wait, wait... yes!
"Calls me a bitch", I got that, too.
Ladies and gentleman, it's Bingo!
Don't clear your boards. Let me go over my answers.
We've got "calls me a bitch". Yeah.
"Steals my clothes without permission,"
there's that free space,
and then we've got "refuses to spend any quality time with me,"
and "irrationally makes me the villain!"
Ding ding ding! That's Bingo!
Now tell her what's she won!
Charlotte.
That's my mom's soda bread recipe.
Open the door, Charlotte.
It's open.
What are you doing?
Storming out to stay at a friend's house.
Is that on your Bingo board?
Are we gonna talk about it?
It wouldn't be much of a storm out if we talked about it.
- It was never our money. - I could be at my dream school now!
- It's summer. - Fucking...
You held me back.
You fucking held me back.
You sabotaged me because you're afraid to be alone.
- That's not what happened... - I'm in the middle of my storm out!
You fucking...
You held me back.
You're no better than him.
That's not fair.
Which of these are fresh?
Any of them.
Help yourself.
Enjoy.
What the fuck?
She never believed in me.
What do you think about doing the tribute show?
To spite her?
What has changed in a year?
Yeah?
You wouldn't have considered it an option a year ago.
I wouldn't have considered it an option a week ago...
But you don't hate them anymore.
I don't know.
My mom's an asshole, I'm an asshole...
What if it makes no difference
if my asshole dad is just another asshole?
But do you hate him?
I don't know.
Starting to realize maybe he didn't hate me that much.
He was an artist, you know?
- That doesn't excuse what he did. - But it does!
He was successful, and touring...
- It doesn't give the right... - It does!
I mean, maybe not the right to, but...
In his days,
drugs and self-harm were like
a gold medal, and he was like a fucking Olympian.
And I've tried to escape all the
radioactive fall and that bullshit, but...
I don't know.
He wrote me a song.
Maybe that's enough.
Maybe it is.
Hey, Barr?
You're my magical she.
Stupid.
What you got?
It's on!
Ready?
Game on!
Michelle, get in!
Come on.
You knocked me.
I had money on you guys.
Careful!
You need to stop this crappy thing.
You will regret it!
You're so done. Come at me, please.
You gotta stop it!
I wanna learn more about him.
I think I'm ready.
I think that's a great idea.
- You guys need to practice. - Yeah.
Think you should start
listening to his music.
Yeah.
I know how to play the album front to back. So...
That's impressive.
- Yo! - Get in. See if you can beat me.
I'm not getting in.
Too chicken to play chicken?
That's meta.
She's afraid of water cause dad drowned.
- Skyler! - Penalty box.
I'm not afraid,
I just don't wanna get in.
If you're not afraid...
- Ok. - Alright.
Come and say it with your chest.
- "I'm not afraid, I don't wanna swim." - Let's go, punk.
We've a decade's worth of sibling beatdowns to catch up.
Okay.
Get back here!
- God! - Careful!
Get back here!
Scooter, help me!
I'm too pretty for it.
Come here!
Watch out!
- What the fuck! - It was there!
I know. Honestly, I'm impressed.
I'm impressed at you guys.
Some of us date, he's a young kid.
What you have here is a cool room.
Because they laughed at those.
Ok.
Here it is.
This is a live performance they wanted to release, but
the accident...
Well. This is one of maybe ten DVDs sample printed.
What the fuck is a DVD?
I know, right?
Can we watch from the beginning?
Yeah. Of course.
Shalom, Paris.
I loved you for mountains and valleys
From Oakland to Brussels and Bali
Isn't life a bitch When you're so young and dumb?
Before the sunburn Takes a hold and hurts a ton
I couldn't stand still in Maui
Yeah, yeah
I could but I can't
'Cause you're home And someone's there now
I don't wanna admit it's over
I realize it's over
I wish you would invite me over
- Yeah, great. - We need to tear this out.
Jack.
Hey, Jack.
It's Mary.
She had the baby.
Hey, Mary.
He kind of has his hands full right now.
You know, he...
just finished a set, so...
You know how it is.
How is she, is she healthy?
Yeah, yeah, she's...
she's good, she's...
she's beautiful.
That's great, Mary.
Can't wait to meet her.
What about you, how are you doing?
Mary?
Mary.
Both of these failed me
Should have, would have
High lights have phased me down
But I can't now
We do that same glissando.
You take off your heels in my back seat
Ran out the door laughing catch me
You knew I had A fear of never keeping up
I couldn't meet...
I think that might be for you.
Let go of it.
Charlotte.
Come on.
Nice kitchen.
Well?
That is the life we should have.
Well tough shit.
I don't get it, neither do you.
I could have it. I want it.
Since when do you want that life?
You do all in your power to rid yourself of your deadbeat father.
- Thank God... - You sound lucid today.
- You sober for a change? - Please.
I may not be perfect, but you're not perfect either, ok?
You don't have to carry his demons, that's your choice.
I never expected you to contribute to my future.
- What? - All this time
we could've had some financial stability.
- It's not that easy. - It didn't have to be about dad.
- But you decided it was. - No, I didn't.
That's your choice.
You decided our path. My path.
And I want out.
You think you have a complicated relationship with him?
Try, Charlotte, just try to imagine how I feel!
I am trying.
I'm trying and all I see is selfishness.
You could've cashed the checks for my education but you're jealous.
- Jealous? - Yes!
You really don't see how insane that is?
You fucking try.
What are we...?
Why are we here?
I'm not going.
Mom, no.
I said I'm not going.
Mom, no.
What is wrong with you?
Can you slow down?
Mom.
Why are we here?
Sometimes I just come here and scream.
Okay, psycho.
I know this is horrible to hear, but
I didn't think of you when the checks came.
I just...
I don't know.
I couldn't accept them.
It felt like
blood money
or something.
I'm not jealous of you.
But I am scared of you leaving.
I'll do the tribute show.
- No. - No.
No!
I figured letting you win might make you feel better.
Please. I don't need your pity.
Puck up or shut up.
Are we playing or what?
Yes. Ok.
- Hello. - Ready.
Ok. Ready?
- Are you? - Ready to lose?
"Ready to lose?" You talk a lot of shit.
I'm not a sore loser, though, I can...
Yes!
Ok...
Are you okay?
What's up?
This face.
I love this face.
Thanks.
You okay?
I'm ok.
What the hell was that?
Fuck. I don't know.
I thought you always wanted, right?
Yeah, but...
Yeah.
Charlotte, why did you do that?
Are you being serious?
So Michelle can and I can't?
I saw you two.
I saw you two, I think it's fucked up you tried to hide it from me.
You thought you should...
Your reaction was to try and undermine?
- It's not that. - Toy with me?
Why did you hide it from me?
I...
What?
I don't know. Fuck...
I don't know. I didn't want to...
You've been shadowboxing with a ghost your whole life.
I didn't wanna give you a reason to feel abandoned.
- Well, too fucking late for that, huh? - My God... Are you kidding me?
That doesn't give you the right to lead me on.
God, why did you do that?
'Cause I need you.
You don't need me, but the attention I give you.
What if you weren't in love with me,
would we even be friends?
What if you only spend time with me because of your own
fucked-upness?
Then that would be sad.
Yeah. It would.
Charlotte.
Fuck this.
- Morning. - Morning.
Space of my own
Place to call home
I've never known
So I've got to go
Taking control
Keeping my eyes on the road
But the world outside
How to stop living?
Stories never align
A puzzle I could never piece...
Alright, guys, peace.
Space of my own
Place to call home
I've never known
So I've got to go
Take my control
Keeping my eyes on the road
City to city
Tell me will you miss me
Keeping my eyes on the road
Ryan will you miss me
I left my guitar at school.
Come on. How are we gonna practice without your guitar?
Good point.
Let's grab you a pricey one, convince your mom you need it.
- This one? - Yeah.
You're wild for it.
I don’t want to admit it’s over
- OK, yeah, I got it. - Go for the trunk,
- it has to go stage left. - Copy that.
I wish you would invite over
Give me a second!
Can I grab a new patch?
Try patching on the front.
- Hey. - Hi.
Charlotte?
- Hi. - So good meeting you. I'm Tess.
Nice to meet you.
You look different from your social media posts.
- Okay. - It's an honor.
A bit chaotic as you can see.
We're getting the setlist configured so it's perfect timing.
Wanna come back and discuss?
Can I get you anything? Water?
No, I'm okay.
- Coffee? - Thanks, I'm ok.
I've already given you enough tickets.
Hey, no worries.
- Ok, Matty's our label guy. - Ok. Tell me their names.
It's amazing you're joining.
Up until a few days ago I didn't know he had a daughter.
Most of the time he didn't either.
Charlotte Lakes!
Hi.
You know, we met once before.
When you were, I don't know, maybe ten?
You probably don't remember. I had more hair.
So did my dad.
Wow.
- Sorry, just... - No.
It's ok. We get it.
Your Jack had a fucked sense of humor.
I love it.
Speakers cut out again?
- We're working on it. - Alright.
So, Charlotte,
what song you wanna play?
"Magical She."
Amazing.
Brilliant, that's good with the setlist?
- Yes, sir. - Perfect.
- There's this woman...
Is Rose here?
No, she'll be at the show.
I'll introduce you to Rose.
He wrote that song about her.
No.
Yeah! Rose swears by it.
But that's... that's not true.
I remember when we were making the E.P.K,
he said he wrote it about these two girls he met after a show...
Nashville.
Yeah. He combined them into one person for the song.
Just what I was told.
So Jack!
So, for the...
Ok.
Rissa.
- Rissa. - Yeah. Hey!
I told you "Magical She" was about me.
I told you what he told me...
he told me "Magical She" was about me.
- Charlotte. - Was it about me?
Tell me!
He...
He told all the girls that
song was about them.
Hey!
What's going on?
If you do the math of when that song was written,
it's likely it was still when we were
quote unquote together.
So if anyone should be mad...
Your dad was a fuckboy.
I'm going to ask Rissa for money so I can start fall semester.
I have to...
I need to get the fuck outta this town.
I'm gonna be so alone.
Space of my own
Place to call home
I've never known
To where I have to go
Take my control
Keeping my eyes on road
From city to city
When the road's a little iffy
Tell me will you miss me
I always found water peaceful.
Ironic, right?
Sure.
There are worse ways to die than drowning.
Like what?
Alone.
Fuck you, man.
You left way before.
You haven't figured it out yet.
There are ways to get people to stop leaving you.
You leave them first.
Next album was going to be...
Well, it's my turn now.
Yeah?
Will you follow my footsteps?
Nope, nope.
You were just the warm-up act.
This is breaking and entering.
I don't wanna admit it's over
I realize it's over
I wish you would invite me over
You okay?
You know that you could
And I would but I can't now
I could but I can't
Hi.
So, I'd like to think that
every artist's goal is
or at least my goal is
to create something that moves people.
Jack Lakes
clearly succeeded in that.
Yeah!
Let's go.
He was a better songwriter than a father,
but he was a good songwriter.
I like to think that he wrote the song for
all the people he wanted to love more.
I'm playing for my mom.
For all "Magical Shes" who have come into my life.
I can see a body of dreams
And it reads like classic piece
I can see a magical she
With the power of alchemy
Dust to snowflakes
Stones to gold
I can't believe my eyes
It's no illusion
All of it was always there, it's mine
And...
Realized everything is not what it seems
Not what it seems
Come on tell me could it be
I'm playing for keeps
Or could be
The logical leap
Off the edge
Of my mind
I can feel an energy shift on the...
Jack?
Hello?
Go, Charlotte!
I guess he didn't care for my version.
Will you follow my footsteps?
Nope, nope.
You were just the warm-up act.
Yeah?
Prove it.
I can feel an energy shift
On the ice of the wind at dawn
I can feel an energy shift
On the ice of the wind at dawn
And I could need a magical she
But I blinked, in a breath she's gone
Dust to snowflakes Stones to gold
I can't believe my eyes
It's no illusion
All of it was always there, it's mine
And...
Realized everything is not what it seems
Not what it seems
Come on tell me could it be
I'm playing for keeps
Or could it be
The logical leap
Off the edge
Of my mind
Off the edge
Of my mind
There we go.
So, when Tess was putting together the setlist,
she asked me if I wanted to play one of my own songs.
Would you guys mind if I played one more?
Good. It'd suck if you'd said no.
So, I'm moving away next month
to go to the Nelson Conservatory.
Yeah!
And I'm
fucking terrified.
But, I've been working on this song as a way to express that.
It's called "A Space of My Own."
If I'm caught out in rain in Seattle
If can't pay my rent in New York City
If I'm all over the map would it matter
Tell me now, Tell me mama, will you miss me?
If I try to get a star on the sidewalk
If LA dries me up and evicts me
When they all tell me Go and get a real job
Tell me now, tell me will you miss me
Space of my own
Place to call home
I've never known so I've got to go
Take my control
Keeping my eyes on road
If I get lost If I get found
Found what I've been missing
Say I climb high Fall to the ground
I won't stop living
Been in the hood since I've been around
Isn't it true?
If anyone knows Is it the true that it's gotta be?
From city to city
When the road's a little iffy
Mama, will you miss me?
All the chains made Of doubt were so strong
Come on.
You guys are so slow.
Let's go!
Ok, calm down.
- Remember the first lesson? - Yeah.
Space of my own, place to call home
I’ve never known, so I’ve got to go
- Show-off! - Show-off.
- Can you do a jack knife? - Watch me.
Go again!
If I get lost, if I get found
What about a fucking heads up?
Tell me will you miss me
- Shut up. Go. Get out of here. - Okay.
Barry, you psycho.
Set up the standards, Barry.
Charlie!
Ok, let's do it.
- You need a hand? - No.
No, I got it.
Well hurry up, then.
Fuck!
Holy shit.
- You're ok? - Holy shit. Fuck!
Fuck!
Do I fucking look ok?
Come on, you can do this.
Charlotte!
You got this.
You ready?
No.
Well.
Tell me tell me will you miss me
Yeah.
Tell me tell me will you miss me
Okay.
Tell me tell me will you miss me
I can see a body of dreams
And it reads like a classic piece
I can see a magical she With the power of alchemy
Dust to snowflakes, stones to gold
I can't believe my eyes
It's no illusion
All of it always there, it's mine
And...
Realized everything is not what it seems
Not what it seems Not what it seems
Come on tell me could It be I’m playing for keeps,
Or could it be, The logical leap
Off the edge
Of my mind
And you would not be amazed
For the natural ways
Or it's only hurt?
And the lines my former me face
Tell me it's irrelevant
In this wild place
And...
Come on tell me could It be I’m playing for keeps,
Or could it be, the logical leap
Off the edge
Of my mind
Just like a paper crane Fragile and poorly made
Chaos unfolds inside my heart, oh, Lord
I know that I was Born to be so good at this
To find a problem then make a fool of it
So tell me why just Waking up takes all my strength
Why’d they have To make me so damn delicate
I know that I was born To build a bigger dream
My strongest muscles Supposed to be the heart in me
So tell me why it Hurts so much to follow it
Why’d they have To make me so damn delicate
So
Delicate
So
Delicate
And this material Is sad and beautiful
It may be tattered but At least it still keeps me warm
Yeah, it does
I know that I was Born to be so good at this
To find a problem then make a fool of it
So tell me why just Waking up takes all my strength
Why’d they have To make me so damn delicate
I know that I was born To build a bigger dream
My strongest muscles Supposed to be the heart in me
So tell me why it Hurts so much to follow it
Why’d they have To make me so damn delicate
So
Delicate
So
Delicate