God Help the Girl Page #4

Was he really good looking?

He was quite good looking.

Was he Australian?

He was Australian,

but he moved over here

with his band.

I guess I followed him,

I don't know.

Well, why were you

not in the band?

Well, I wasn't really

playing music then.

So you crossed multiple

continents for a boy.

This is weird.

You want to go back?

No, it's good weird.

I feel like I'm escaping.

I feel like Tom Sawyer.

We should definitely

fake our own deaths.

Oh, excuse me,

blondie, I know you.

You go to the posh school?

Would you go with my pal?

Where does he want me to go?

I don't understand

what you're saying.

Would you go with him,

as in go with him?

Uh... James, paddle.

Oh, I love her,

she's an English rose.

But I bet she's 30.

To deny the ned would be to deny

the whole point of this town.

What was that?

I'm just saying,

this is a ned city now.

It's a Victorian theme park,

but it's run by neds.

What happened to the Victorians?

They built the city,

they used the workforce,

then they f***ed off

with the money.

I know more about the city

than I would say

60 percent

of the local residents.

- What?

- I do.

I study the history

of this place, I've...

I have.

Sorry, James, you are English.

No, I'm not.

How long after you

were born in Scotland

did you live in Scotland?

All right, well, I was born here

and then after like

six months we moved.

Oh, that doesn't count.

If you went to the pub now,

around the corner,

and you were like,

"Hi, everyone, I'm Scottish,"

someone would punch

you in the face.

Absolutely.

No they wouldn't.

Maybe I'd punch them back.

We're definitely a band now.

Why are we a band now?

This is something

only a band would do.

This is band sh*t.

Day trips, canoeing, kayaking.

What do you think, James?

I think we are

three people paddling a boat,

that's all.

So what makes a band then?

You don't make a band,

a band makes you.

It comes up

and sweeps you along.

Do you know what, I think

it's possible that all

the truly great records

have been made anyway.

I mean, what's the point?

Pop music's basically...

it's been on the slide

since 1969.

Do you have any idea

what he's talking about?

Not really, but he

sounds quite sad.

I'm going to be in Eve's band,

and you can either

be in it or go back

to posting up sad notices

in sad cafs.

Thank you.

There you are.

So is this a regular thing

with you, James,

just taking girls

on random day trips?

Up until this point

I would have said no.

I don't believe you.

I think it's the one sneaky

little move you have.

It's a good one.

Thank you for helping.

And, thank you as well.

What did I do?

I don't know.

Okay.

Steady.

Steady there, me hearties.

You can keep shouting,

because as captain

of this vessel

I'm going to have

to knock you out.

James, just chill out.

I drank too much wine.

We know you did.

You still feel like Tom Sawyer?

A bit.

Like Tom Sawyer when he's drunk.

Hi, this is Dr. Callie Gretty

here,

please leave a message

after the tone and...

Okay, so what do you want

this band to sound like?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, do you really

have to think about it?

Doesn't it just happen?

Mostly it does, depends

on what kind of color

you want to add to the songs.

Do you want it

to just be us three?

Yes, I... I don't

think I could handle

any more people right now.

So you don't want any drums?

Or a bass?

Well, wouldn't those things

just get in the way?

I mean, wouldn't

they choke the sounds?

Isn't that exactly what

happened with your band?

Yeah, but those

guys were idiots.

They... they didn't know

what they were doing.

Let me just ask you this.

The... the records

that you love,

would you say

they were folk music,

classical, jazz,

or pop?

Pop music.

Then we're gonna

need drums and a bass.

Ugh, but I don't want

any other people in the band.

I think we can

make a nice sound.

Ohh, we... we can

make a nice sound,

yeah, there's

no doubt about that.

But let me tell you this,

if you want to hear

your voice floating

in the middle of a beautiful

tapestry of frequencies,

you're gonna need a pop group.

Oh, okay, I just

thought about something.

We get people to play drums

or bass or whatever we need,

but we tell them right from

the start that we're the band.

They do what they're told

or they can leave.

But I mean, do you think people

would actually go for that?

It's not like we're

experts or anything.

That doesn't matter, no one

knows anything except you.

You're the song writer,

you're the boss.

So what do we do?

Advertise.

James can make one

of his super cool flyers

and I won't steal it

like I did last time.

Can you do it, big man?

Come on, let's go,

it's pissing rain.

He's a loving kind of guy

He's dedicated to his mate

His choice, he is in love

But temptation

always pulls the other way

As he waits,

his dream fresh

inside his head

His baby is sleeping below

He's a loving kind of guy

He goes to church every day

He's trying to forget

Every day he chips away

a little rock on his shoulder

Love is a sculptor

and he makes him

a shoulder again

I've got to go to work.

Will you come find me

and tell me what happens?

Okay, okay, you've got me.

Just sit, sit down.

What are you doing here?

We're not doing anything.

But you've left a trail there.

Okay, listen, shush.

Shh!

Calma, shut up.

Listen to the guy,

he's got something to say.

If you want to be in the band,

got to listen to the guy, okay?

The handsome guy, hm?

Okay, this is what

we're looking for.

There's this place

at the university

where this other band rehearses

and we can borrow their stuff.

Apparently there's

twins in the band,

and they're both hot.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Sh*t, so we're

really gonna do this?

Eve, your brother's here.

You don't have a brother.

Hi.

One second.

What's the deal

with the Swiss chap?

The man mountain,

the yodeling flingy.

The fuckish dilettante.

What's a dilettante?

I don't know, one who dabbles?

Has he dabbled?

Oh, he's tried.

You let him?

I was preparing to let myself.

Then he got kind of hypnotized.

My cleavage cast

a spell over him.

Really?

Is that usual?

No, absolutely not.

I go up and down quite a bit.

Sometimes I quite like them,

feel ready to show the world,

and other times I just

want to tape them up

and go running

through the barley.

How did you get in here?

We said we had your inhaler.

Can we get your room keys?

What are you gonna do in there?

We're gonna use your

guitar and your keyboard

and write a new song.

Okay, but don't

go through my stuff.

No way, brother.

We might even cook you dinner.

What's the song like?

A little bit Osmonds,

little bit Bowie.

Oh, oye, no.

Hey, I love him.

I'm going through

a real phase with him.

Yeah, of course you are,

every young girl your age

goes through a phase with him,

which is fine,

it's commendable.

What are you talking about?

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