A Perfect Chord
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- 2015
- 95 min
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[VIOLIN PLAYING]
[APPLAUSE]
WOW, GREAT JOB...
KEEP IT GOING, KEEP
IT GOING, GREAT JOB!
THERE YOU GO.
ALRIGHT, LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN,
WITH A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG
VOICE FROM MRS. JOHNSON'S
FIRST GRADE CLASS,
SINGING "GOD
BLESS AMERICA."
HERE'S CADENCE.
YOU'RE UP.
[APPLAUSE]
THERE YOU GO.
[PIANO MUSIC STARTS]
[PIANO MUSIC STARTS]
[GASP]
[MUSIC]
[EXHALING]
[STRUMS GUITAR]
WHEN I AM WEAK,
YOU ARE STRONG...
WHEN I CAN'T SPEAK,
YOU'RE MY SONG...
LORD, I AM STAINED,
I AM FLAWED...
YOU'RE MY RAIN,
YOU'RE MY GOD...
THAT WAS AWESOME!
NO, I COULD HAVE...
REALLY, YOU ARE
REALLY GOOD.
THIS ALL THE TIME,
BUT YOU ARE RIDICULOUS!
YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING
YEARS?
AWESOMENESS FOR OTHERS?
YOU KNOW I DON' WANT TO DO THAT.
HEY, I'M NOT SAYING
"AMERICAN IDOL" OR ANYTHING.
YOU WOULD DO:
GREAT BY THE WAY.
YOUR PARENTS.
[STRUMS GUITAR]
IT WAS NICE...
REALLY!
[MUSIC]
GUITAR TEACHER:
YAH, SOTHAT'S YOUR A MINOR.
BOTTOM POSITION THERE.
YAH, YAH, EXCELLENT.
OH HEY, CADENCE,
THEY'RE DOWNSTAIRS.
YAH, I FIGURED.
THERE ARE JOURNEYS...
THAT MY FEET ARE
STILL TO MAKE...
HOW MUCH MORE YOU
THINK I'LL TAKE...
I'M LOSING GRIP,
YOU CALL IT OFF...
I CALL IT LOST,
I'M HANGING ON...
DREAM...
[MUSIC]
C'MON
I CALL IT CHANCE,
[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]
WHAT'S THIS?
WELL, IT'S A GREAT STAR TO YOUR MUSIC CAREER.
YES.
YES.
WILL THEY HAVE A
GOOD SOUND SYSTEM?
BE HEARD, DEAR?
AND THEY'LL HAVE COFFEE
...AND OTHER
MUSICIANS, YES.
YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT AN
I DO.
THEY WON'T HAVE THERE?
WHAT?
ME!
C'MON!
"MADISON SQUARE GARDEN"
OR ANYTHING.
I KNOW, I STILL
HELLO LADIES.
HI.
THANK YOU.
[MUSIC]
YOU KNOW CADENCE,
I DIDN'T KNOW IF YOU
WANTED TO LAY DOWN
NO PRESSURE, WE JUST HEAR
YOU PLAYING UPSTAIRS AND
WE THOUGHT YOU MIGH WANT TO GIVE IT A WHIRL.
GOOD, REALLY GOOD.
PLAY IT FOR US?
WOW, OK, I'LL DO IT.
YOU GUYS ARE WEIRD.
WEIRD?
TO SAY WONDERFUL, KIND,
LOVING...
AWESOME, AMAZING,...
ASTUTE:
SERIOUSLY?
WHAT?
ASTUTE?
IT MEANS LIKE... OBSERVANT.
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT,
C'MON, NO MORE STALLING.
C'MON!
ASTUTE.
OK, WHENEVER
YOU'RE READY...
WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
[BREATHING HEAVY]
CADENCE, HONEY?
I TOLD YOU I DON' WANT TO DO THAT.
I KNOW, WE JUST DON'T WAN TO SEE YOU BE AFRAID.
I CAN'T...
BREATHE.
WHAT, YOU CAN' BREATHE RIGHT NOW?
NO, WHEN IT HAPPENS.
IT'S OK.
IT'S LIKE I CAN'T MOVE,
THEN I CAN'T THINK,
THEN I CAN'T BREATHE.
BABY, IT'S OK.
YOU KNOW WE:
LOVE YOU, RIGHT?
[NOISE AT THE DOOR]
[DOOR OPENING]
[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENS AGAIN]
PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK.
FREAKED ME OUT!
ONE-SIDED GAME
OF MARCO-POLO?
WAITING FOR YOU WHEN
THAT'S NOT A LONG
COWERING LIKE A FRIGHTENED
LITTLE KITTY?
WELL, I DIDN'T WAN TO BE SEEN, SO I HID.
I DON'T KNOW
I DON'T KNOW.
VERY!
NO.
THE FAMILY RANCH
UNDYING LOVE FOR ME.
"OH WHAT'S THAT LIAM?
OOOH!
DON JOHNSON!
MMMM!
NASH BRIDGES!
C'MON!
SO HOT!
FINE.
YOU SO HARD AND:
FORCING YOU TO PLAY.
THIS IS FOR YOU.
WE JUST HOPED:
YOU WERE READY.
YAH, SORRY WE
PUSHED YOU SO HARD.
WE JUST WAN WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU.
I KNOW.
HIM?
YOU HAVE TO BROOD
HIM?
WOW, TOO BROODY!
A LITTLE.
YOU'VE GOT THE
MOMMA'S BOY.
NOPE!
I DIDN'T EVEN
CONSIDER A NERD.
HELICOPTER PARENT WOULD
MAKE THEIR INTROVERTED
NERD DO.
BACH OR SOMETHING.
GOOD POINT.
WHAT ABOUT HER?
PLAY WHAT I HEARD!
I DON'T FOLLOW.
HIDING IN PLAIN SIGH LIKE SUPERMAN?
IT COULD BE, I GUESS.
BUT WE'LL NEVER KNOW...
UM, HIDING OUT, WAITING
A BIT STOCKERISH
DON'T YOU THINK?
NO, STOCKERISH WOULD
TOOK PICTURES, AND THEN
IN OUR DARK AND:
CREEPY BASEMENT.
WE'LL JUST SAY HI.
WHAT IF THEY DON' WANT TO BE FOUND OUT.
I WOULDN'T.
OR MAYBE THEY'RE TRYING
TO FIND SOMEONE:
TO CONNECT WITH.
FINE, BUT ISN'T THE NO KNOWING KILLING YOU?
HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
OH, IT'S HAPPENING!
I DON'T THINK I'M WEARING
ENOUGH BLACK, THOUGH!
BLACK NINJA SUITS!
YOU'RE SCARING
ME RIGHT NOW!
SERIOUS TROUBLE!
FOR WHAT?
WANTING TO SAY:
HI TO SOMEONE?
PLEASE!
[PIANO PLAYING STARTS]
THAT I AM...
MY LIFE IS YOURS...
TAKE IT, SHAPE I FOR YOUR GLORY...
[PIANO CONTINUES]
THOSE IVORIES!
OH, HI!
HOW LONG HAVE:
YOU BEEN THERE?
OH, IT'S NOT JUST ME!
HI...
SORRY!
NO, WAIT!
NO, WE...
WELL YAH, BUT IT'S
NOT WHAT YOU THINK.
REALLY?
WELL, WE DIDN'T TAKE
ANY PICTURES, SO...
LIZ, YOU'RE NOT HELPING.
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