Be Somebody Page #3

Yeah.

I got accepted into

a bunch of art schools.

It's not cheap. I've been saving forever,

but I still need a scholarship,

which is kind of complicated.

Why?

It all depends on my portfolio.

It's not just about technique.

Kind of art I'm into,

it's a little hard to show.

How so?

You got plenty around here.

So this is street art, right?

My room doesn't count.

I mean, the whole point

of this style is to take

everyday objects like walls and settings,

and change them.

You know, make art

a part of everyday life.

Not just stuck in a museum

or a gallery.

That's really cool.

Yeah, except for the part

where it's illegal.

I live in a small town,

and my dad's a cop.

Kind of limits my options.

I...

I need to get changed.

Oh, right. I'll just turn around.

No, you can go in there.

The closet, like right there?

Yeah. That'd be great.

That works, too.

- Just...

- Yeah.

Nice closet.

Sorry.

I've never had a boy in my room, okay?

Let alone a celebrity. It's kind of weird.

Well, congrats on having

a new life experience.

Okay, you can come out now.

You... You good?

Yep.

Hey. You awake?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I can't sleep.

Seriously?

Can you?

No.

I know, right?

Sometimes...

Sometimes when I can't sleep,

I like to just...

Listen to the quiet.

It's like the whole world stops

just a few hours.

Like...

Like time is frozen.

Yeah.

Gets me thinking.

About what?

Life.

Like how...

I don't know.

How nothing is really real.

Who we are, who people think we are...

How it just seems so fake.

'Cause at the end of the day...

It doesn't really matter, you know?

I know that doesn't make any sense.

No, I get it.

My whole life is like that.

People always tell me what to wear,

and what to do, and say.

All day, every day.

And somebody is always watching.

I always have to be careful, you know.

So this is the only time

that's really mine.

Maybe that's why I can't sleep.

Yeah. I mean...

Just the other day you were

this guy on the radio.

Now you're lying on my floor...

And that should be weird, but it's not.

Not really.

'Cause at the end of the day,

you're just a guy.

Gee, thanks.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I do.

What the heck?

Oh, my God.

It wasn't a dream.

Where am I?

My bedroom floor.

Your bedroom?

Right. God, you scared the heck out of me.

Then we're even.

Hi.

Hey.

Wait, crap. What time is it?

I don't know. Maybe like 8:00?

I got to call my mom.

Yeah, and we got to get you

out of my house.

Do you think your parents are awake yet?

Definitely.

What are we gonna do?

Let me get changed. I have an idea.

Okay.

Yeah. I know,

she's a real firecracker, that one.

Yeah, I told her green and she went white.

She's a funny one.

Go out the window and be quiet.

I'm gonna distract them.

No, I didn't get that from her.

I think they said France, but...

I don't know.

Hey.

Yeah, I just... I just have no clue which

direction she's gonna go with that.

Good morning.

What?

Trish, hang on one second.

Honey, do you want some oatmeal?

No. I... No.

What are you guys doing today?

Hello?

What?

Really?

When was the last time

we had a real conversation?

Or had a meal together,

or talked about anything

other than what we had to do that day?

I mean, when was the last time

that I saw you

without your phone glued to your hand?

It's just work, you know this.

I mean, in, like, six months, I am gone.

I leave for college.

And who knows how much

we'll see each other after that.

So you can decide what's important.

Just think about it, okay?

What do you think that was all about?

Do you want some oatmeal?

That was awesome.

I'm horrible.

No, you're not.

You told the truth. It was inspiring.

I've never spoken to them

like that before.

I mean, was it for distraction,

or did you mean it?

Both.

Okay, so you have

nothing to feel bad about.

Yeah, well, let's not waste it.

We got to get you to the airport.

Yeah, about that.

What?

Well, my show isn't till tomorrow night,

so technically

I don't have to fly out today.

So what, you just want to stay here?

Well, I mean, I didn't plan all of this.

It's just... I actually kind of like it.

It's kind of like a little vacation.

Hanging out at a bowling alley

and sleeping on my floor.

I mean, no managers, no security,

no press, no screaming fans.

Fair enough.

This is the most normal

I've felt in years.

So what do you say? Got any plans?

Me?

Not really.

Well, then, do you want to hang?

Sure, I guess.

Awesome.

There's one thing I got to

take care of real quick,

and then we're good to do whatever.

What's that?

And then this morning, I thought

maybe he went out for breakfast,

but then he hasn't come back.

And I can't imagine that he would

decide now in his life to take off,

when he's a major superstar,

and that's why I'm so concerned...

Hello?

- Hey, Mom.

- Jordan?

Yeah, it's me.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine. Everything's okay.

What happened? You just disappeared.

Your GPS is off. What...

I know. I turned it off.

What? Why?

Look, I'll explain everything later.

I'll fly back in tomorrow,

just in time for the show.

No, no. That is unacceptable.

- You do not get to...

- Relax, okay?

I said I'm fine. I'll check in later.

Jordan, don't you dare. You need...

How'd she take it?

As well as could be expected.

He's okay. He's okay, everybody.

He's okay.

Officer, thank you for your time.

Apparently, my son has taken off

and we'll see him tomorrow.

Want to grab some food?

Yeah. I could eat.

Come on. My treat.

But first, I feel like

I should get new clothes.

Yeah.

Oh, my God. I can barely recognize you.

Yeah, well, that's my image.

Why?

Well, because for some reason,

teenage girls seem to like it more.

And that's who buys my albums

and my tour tickets.

Well, I don't get it.

That right there

is how I got caught last night.

I was just standing here when

some girls happened to come by.

Are you serious?

Oh, my God. That's perfect.

What?

Poor things were probably so confused.

Hey, don't talk about my fans

like they're idiots.

And don't say that they're idiots

because they like me.

Fine. But I will point out

that you literally ran away from them.

Oh, come on.

They were just a little too enthusiastic.

Sometimes they don't understand

the concept of personal space.

It's because they feel like

they know the real me.

Is that weird?

What?

People, like, these random strangers

acting like they know

everything about you.

Intimate detail.

Oh, yeah. Definitely weird.

They feel like they know

the real Jordan Jaye, but they don't.

Just what some press agent decided

was good for my image, AKA not me.

Really?

Really.

Okay, favorite color.

Is it A, blue, B, green, or C, orange?

I guess, A, blue.

Sorry. The correct answer is C, orange.

Like a sunset.

"Like a sunset"?

I don't know where

they get this stuff from.

Well, if Jordan Jaye is one thing,

it's romantic.

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