A Cinderella Story: Once Upon a Song Page #5

We are gonna do this for hours

until we get it right. Even if it takes hours.

Now, sing like your life depends on it.

Because, sugar, it does.

We're recording.

Plug in the mike

Open the curtain

Turn on the lights

I'm through rehearsing

- Dang, she's good, man.

- Told you, man.

Check this out, all right?

Thirty-nine girls in the singing program

which means 85 percent...

...have music during the sixth period.

So your girl's in one of those rooms.

The feeling ignites

I'm in control

Oh, cut. Cut.

That was subpar at best.

From the top, pretty please.

Amazing grace

It's cool, I got this.

Ladies, all my single ladies.

My boy Luke here has a special favor

to ask of you, all right?

He needs vocals

for this big show coming up, so...

- My name is...

- Luke Morgan.

You will put me in the Showcase.

Oh, yes, you will.

- Maybe I could ask you to sing first?

- I am so gonna rock your world.

I love the way you love me, Luke

Inside my head every night

You come and kiss me good night

Whatever you see is what you get

Why don't you not suck

and do it again, okay?

I wanna be with you forever...

What is going on in here? Disgusting.

You two boys are not in my class.

Stop. Wait.

Stop. Wait. Stop.

I got nothing to lose

I've been exposed

I'm paying my dues

Playing the role

- Oh, really?

- We are back where we started.

This is not good.

That's her. That's her voice.

Don't think you can get away from me.

- Step aside. Step aside.

- Please. Wait.

Okay. But first, why don't you

just both audition for me.

Listen...

Luke, you are the one for me, yes you are

You just don't know it yet

Make you believe in me

I can be what you want me to be

Tonight is the night

Where I make you see

That I can be

Anything, anything, anything

I'll make you believe in me

I can be what you want me to be

Tonight is the night

Where I make you see

It was you?

- Oh, sorry to interrupt.

- Oh, no, honey. Interrupt away.

I didn't think I'd see you. It was killing me.

Because I felt like we connected.

Excuse me.

Uh, how exactly did you two connect?

Yeah, how did we? I mean, we did.

- Through...

- With your lyrics. They just...

- I can't get them out of my head.

- My lyrics. Yeah.

Well, how wonderful.

But, uh, Bev has to prepare

for her Showcase audition.

Oh, no. She doesn't need to audition.

You're in.

Do you wanna grab a bite later?

- Yeah.

Wait.

You have a date with detention.

Actually, he has a date with me.

Dear me, did I not fire you?

- I have tenure.

- One call and you're wearing a paper hat...

...that says "Welcome to McDonald's.

How may I take your order?"

- Five calls.

- Two calls and text.

Two calls, a text, several long e-mails.

One text and a Tweet.

- One text and a re-Tweet.

Oh, for God's sakes,

go lick a chalkboard.

Fine.

I hate you.

Okay. Um, I'd love to write a song with you.

Let's talk about it tonight?

- I'd love to.

- Okay, you're on.

I've always wanted to write a song.

Maybe I'll write about my skin.

They say love tightens your pores.

What rhymes with pores?

Chores. Bores. Sores.

Katie, I've got a new task for you.

Crushing disappointment.

You are gonna write a song for Bev

to say she wrote for Luke.

A song

about what a good kisser Luke is.

We can't just give him a song.

He wants to write it with you

and you know nothing about music.

Katie, I'm sorry to say...

...but Bev's gonna need some help

keeping your man.

Well, I mean, her man.

Oh, and that silky smooth sound

you hit on the high notes, that is just...

It is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

Silky and sexy. That's good. Ha, ha.

I don't know why, but I was kind of

surprised that you were into music.

- Yeah, me too.

- What?

I mean, I am.

Are you okay?

You keep checking your phone.

Yes. Um... Um...

My grandma fell and broke her hip.

So she just sends me updates.

- Old people and their cell phones.

Yeah.

- So I just I don't wanna miss anything.

- I hope she's okay.

But, uh, you were right.

I, um... I have been hiding.

- From your dead?

- Sorry?

Dad.

Dad.

- Hiding from your dad.

- Yes.

You seemed upset

that first day that we met.

And I thought maybe your dad

had something to do with it.

He wants me to be just like him.

And I wanna play music.

I don't wanna be

some suit managing musicians.

You feel like he wishes

you were a totally different person?

Yes. And sometimes I even wish that.

- Does that sound stupid?

- Yes.

Sorry?

I mean, no.

I mean, no.

So who is your favorite artist?

Today, it would have to be Moose.

Do you mean Muse?

Yeah, Muse. That's what I said.

Oh.

But old-school

would have to be John Lennon.

Oh, God, I love Lennon.

His lyrics are so honest.

His voice was just like an angle.

- An angle?

- Yeah.

Learn how to read.

Yeah, it would be like, uh, a right angle,

you know.

It would start out at 90 degrees.

And then it would just take you somewhere

that you never expected you would go.

- Doesn't really make any sense, does it?

- Not at all.

Maybe you could just ask me

another question.

I wasn't kidding when I said

we should write together.

That's not a question.

Oh, okay.

Um, how about what inspires you

to write music?

What inspires me?

That's a good question.

You know, I would have to say...

It would be, um...

Inspiration!

Oh. Wow. Ahem.

You know,

inspiration is such a deeply, uh...

It's personal. It's, like, kind of indefinable,

I guess you could say.

It's just personal. Oh, my God.

- I'm so sorry.

No, you're okay. Um...

Did it get on your jacket?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

No, you know what? You're fine.

It's just...

Oh, no. Uh...

- Is Grandma okay?

- Uh, no. Um, she has to go to the bathroom.

- Oh, she does tell you everything.

I should go to the bathroom too.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing? Get back out there.

This is working like a charm.

What do you want me to do?

Send smoke signals?

- No.

- Look, you can go back in there, okay?

But you are so in over your head

you don't even know it.

No, I'm not. You know what?

I'm so sick of using your words.

I don't need you.

I can do this on my own.

Luke wants me.

I talk good.

Hey, good luck.

- Hi.

- Sorry.

So let's talk classical music.

Who are your favorites?

Mozart.

Beethoven?

Tchaikovsky. You are a Swan Lake girl,

aren't you?

- I have bad news. My grandma croaked.

- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

- I should go.

- Look, if you wanna talk about it, l...

You know, I would prefer to remember

my grandma's memory in silence.

Crap.

Mah-meh, mah-meh.

Victor, if you have stolen my

commemorative Gandhi knife again...

...I will make you into a eunuch.

You were supposed to be

watching Victor.

You told me you wanted the chandelier

to sparkle.

Now I want you to throw out

my facelessness.

Victor, is Bev in?

I'll tell you

When you can guess what song I'm playing

Is Bev in?

Guess what song!

It doesn't sound like anything

I've ever heard!

That's because I don't know how to play!

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