Hunky Dory Page #4

it won't happen again.

For God's sake, woman,

do you not understand?

- There have to be boundaries.

- Well, I'm not a maths teacher.

I'm trying to get the kids

to explore emotion.

I want 'em to feel,

when they sing a song

or speak the written word,

I want them to feel emotional impact.

You know, I want 'em to know

what it's like when your heart breaks.

When your soul or whatever you

wanna call it, soars and...

I'm very well aware of the

artistic process, Miss Mae.

And, believe me,

I know the potency of cheap music.

No, it is not cheap music.

I'm sorry, but they're a full orchestra.

That's as may be.

But there have to be boundaries,

lines that do not get crossed.

As I said, I'm very sorry.

It won't happen again.

Good.

I'm... I'm glad

we understand each other.

Now, on a more positive note.

How was the pizza evening?

Great. Very successful, indeed.

Good. Good.

Um, uh, what time do you want me

at rehearsals?

Oh. Any time after 4.30.

Hm.

One bag of chips, please, Mrs Wong.

One bag of chips, please, as well,

Mrs Wong. Thank you.

Davy. It's Stella.

Oh, where the hell is Stella?

Come on, let's just... let's try it

without her. I'll play Miranda.

- What?

- Come on, sing with me.

All right.

So, I want you to forget

that you're on the stage. Right?

Forget the world around you.

Just feel what you're singing.

Channel your emotions.

You're lost. Shipwrecked.

Miranda's your salvation,

she's your destiny.

This is the moment you fall in love.

I can hear so much

In your sighs

And I can see so much

In your eyes

There are words we both could say

Don't talk

Put your head on my shoulder

Come close

Close your eyes and be still

Don't talk

Take my hand

And let me hear your heart

Beat

Hello, everyone.

Apologies for my tardiness.

- Welcome, Headmaster.

- I thought I'd, uh, dress casual.

Great.

Ah, the goddess on whom

the music attends.

- Sorry I'm late, miss.

- Don't worry, I did your bit for you.

You're not indispensable, Stella Jones.

Just remember that. Nobody is.

It won't happen again, Miss Mae.

The both of us will be punctual next time.

- Won't we, Stella?

- Right, let's try it again, shall we?

- From where?

- Well, the same place.

If that's all right with you.

When Miranda first sets eyes on Ferdinand.

- It's the moment they fall in love.

- All these songs are about love.

It gets confusing.

- Um, where do you want me?

- Oh, by Ariel and Iris.

Well, you gotta look

into each other's eyes.

Most sure, it is the goddess

on whom the music attends.

O you wonder!

Tell me if you be maid or no.

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

I can hear so much

In your sighs

And I can see so much

In your eyes

There are words we both could say

Don't talk

Put your head on my shoulder

Come close

Close your eyes and be still

Don't talk

Take my hand

And let me hear your heart

Heart beat

- Just piss off, Stella!

- Well, what's wrong now?

You know exactly what's wrong.

You're just a f***ing prick-tease.

No, I'm not.

- Miss, can I be excused?

- Yeah, go on.

All right, hush. Just take a

five minute break. Right, everyone.

- You gotta be more careful.

- Did you hear what he called me?

Yeah, I know, that was unnecessary...

I'm not bloody singing again with him.

No way.

- Come on, Stella.

- No. Forget it.

He's lost the plot, he has, big time.

Um, I... you know, uh, as I said,

it's... it's important that

they explore their emotions.

- Explore or indulge?

- Well, it can get a bit a messy.

You all right?

I'm sorry, miss, I...

Don't waste too much time, Davy.

- What?

- On Stella.

She's bloody gorgeous.

I can see that.

But she might not be the one.

You ever thought of that?

I don't know much, but... I know you

can't persuade someone to love you.

And you can't blame them

when they don't.

- Thanks, miss.

- You're welcome, Davy.

Strange face, with your eyes

So pale and sincere

Underneath you know well

You have nothing to fear

For the dreams that came

To you when so young

Told of a life

Where spring is sprung

You would seem so frail

In the cold of the night

When the armies of emotion

Go out to fight

But while the earth

Sinks to its grave

You sail to the sky

On the crest of a wave

And if one day

You should see me in the crowd

Lend a hand and lift me

To your place

In the cloud

Do you ever feel like an alien?

Like sometimes I think I've been

stranded on this planet,

and that one day they're gonna come

and pick me up. Take me back.

Well, if that happens, let me know.

Maybe they'll take me with you.

Let's go for a swim. To cool off.

- Let's not.

- Oh, come on...

Oh, yeah, let's.

Let's go down the lido.

- You sure they won't be back?

- I told you. They're at my uncle's.

- All night.

- What about Lewis?

He thinks you're at the hospital.

He's over at Hoople's.

Ah, I should go.

I wanna see my dad.

Yeah, OK.

I'll go see him tomorrow.

Don't, you'll ruin my hair.

Oh, I was starting to think

you'd run away an' all.

- No, I've just been riding around.

- Oh, aye.

Spoke to your mother.

- All right?

- Aye.

No problem. Angus is staying

over her place for a few days.

Got a surprise for you boys.

Come and see.

- A fridge?

- Freezer. Fridge...

It's not ours yet, of course,

but it will be,

so I don't want any dents

or scratches, right.

- What are they?

- Melon balls.

Ice cream, too,

and Tip-Tops for Angus.

He's always going on about

your mam's deep freeze

over her bloke's in Porthcawl.

- Still don't know what she sees in him.

- He's got a deep freeze, hasn't he?

He's a nasty little troublemaker.

A very disruptive influence in class.

Yeah, well, that wouldn't happen

on my watch, Miss Valentine.

Next time, just send

the little bugger over to me.

- Who are we talking about?

- Kenny Loder.

His brother was just the same.

You know I'm interested, as an expert...

Oh, no, wait,

as a social studies teacher.

Do you think he was born

a nasty little troublemaker

or did we turn him into one?

'Cause he's doing really well for me.

- He can sing, for a start.

- It won't last. Mark my words.

- Biscuit fund.

- Why? Because you only have

- one approach?

- Miss Mae, I believe you've already

had one official warning

in your brief time here.

It might pay you to show some humility.

- No, thanks, I'm on a diet.

- But you had a biscuit.

- What?

- Yesterday. You had a biscuit.

Actually, you had two. You had one

on Tuesday as well. Digestive.

- Am I really that ugly, then?

- No.

Well, what is it, then?

I'm not sure it's... girls I like.

What? You're.. you're a poof?

I just need

some time to work it out.

You've already worked it out, I reckon.

I'm not ashamed of it.

I always knew you were different.

That's why I liked you, I suppose.

Not like the other twats in this school.

So have you told anyone else?

Well, I'm glad you told me.

So am I.

We passed upon the stair

We spoke of was and when

Although I wasn't there

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