Singing in My Sleep (2024)

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Shalom, Paris.

I loved you for mountains and valleys

From Oakland to Brussels and Bali

Isn't life a b*tch

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 sh*t! BrunoMarsBars!

That is f*cking 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 sh*t, 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.

f*ck that.

They want me to go there

and eulogize the as*h*le?

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!

f*cking.

Yo!

- I've to go to work!

- Your sh*t'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, d*uche.

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.

- f*ck, 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-wh*re

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.

- sh*t.

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 f*cking 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 sh*t!

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 sh*t.

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

f*ck if she don't make a magical muff.

Yeah, baby.

Yeah. Okay.

All in the family.

All in the family.

What's going on?

I had no idea of anybody at this party.

I am drugged as f*ck myself.

I kid you not,

I'm walking on the hallway

and this house was f*cking huge!

When I walked to what

I thought was the bathroom...

- Don't say it!

- Yes!

- And it is the f*cking closet.

- No.

And Barry is in there with Morgan Garza,

- just inhaling her f*cking mouth!

- No!

- That's not what happened.

- f*ck off, you know what happened.

Just like a f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking drunk.

You're the f*cking 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

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 f*ck?

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 k*ll us.

- Differently

Michelle, where the f*ck?

Stop singing, answer my question,

where are we going?

Watch out.

That's a good question.

- Holy sh*t.

- This is nuts.

Fly-dive until you're unconscious.

- Well, whatever.

- How did you find it?

In the interwebs.

sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

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.

- sh*t.

- No way.

- My God, be careful.

Bye!

No.

f*cking Christ, Michelle.

- f*cking crazy.

- She's f*cking nuts.

Do you see her?

Where is she?

- You're a lunatic!

- You're a lunatic, you sl*t!

- 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, f*ggots.

- 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 f*ck, 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?

sh*t.

She okay?

Charlotte, are you okay?

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

Charlotte, are you okay?

Charlotte.

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, b*tch!

I love you all!

Go to sleep, you f*cking 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 f*ck!

Where are you?

The water is crazy pulling!

What the f*ck?

Jack!

Jack!

Mom?

Mama

Mama, will you miss me?

Gotta make our own key

She looked like

she had her sh*t together.

Rissa always had her sh*t 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.

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, f*ck.

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 f*ck."

- 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 sh**t.

- 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 f*cked 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 b*tch.

Wait, wait... yes!

"Calls me a b*tch", 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 b*tch". 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.

- f*cking...

You held me back.

You f*cking 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 f*cking...

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 f*ck?

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 as*h*le, I'm an as*h*le...

What if it makes no difference

if my as*h*le dad

is just another as*h*le?

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 f*cking 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 f*ck!

- 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 f*ck 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 b*tch

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 sh*t.

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 f*cking 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 sh*t.

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?

f*ck. 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 f*cked 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. f*ck...

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 f*cking 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

f*cked-upness?

Then that would be sad.

Yeah. It would.

Charlotte.

f*ck 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 dont want to admit its 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 f*cked 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.

- 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 f*ck.

I'm going to ask Rissa

for money so I can start fall semester.

I have to...

I need to get the f*ck 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.

f*ck 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?

Will you follow my footsteps?

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

f*cking 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

Ive never known, so Ive 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 f*cking 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.

f*ck!

Holy sh*t.

- You're ok?

- Holy sh*t. f*ck!

f*ck!

Do I f*cking look ok?

Come on, you can do this.

Charlotte!

You got this.

You ready?

No.

Well.

Tell me tell me will you miss me

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 Im 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 Im 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

Whyd 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

Whyd 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

Whyd 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

Whyd they have

To make me so damn delicate

So

Delicate

So

Delicate