I Am Not a Hipster Page #3
but remix one of your songs,
add some kind of dance track
to it, some beats, some, like...
Ooh
Like...
(Beat boxing)
Just for fun, just to,
you know, f*** around.
Yeah, definitely.
really cool with a techno beat,
some Auto-Tune.
Okay, umm, yeah, you know,
just thought it'd sound
like a good time.
I like techno beats.
This guy likes techno beats.
- I'm going to...
- See you in there.
Yeah, cool,
good meeting you guys.
Yeah, thanks.
Okay, I'm going to
go inside too.
Why are you being a dick?
Why the f*** are you bringing
him to my friend's house?
Grow up, Brook.
It's been a year.
I'm not going to
stop hanging out
with all my friends
because you feel uncomfortable.
What do you think about
all this trivial sh*t?
(Laughing)
Hey, guys, where's Sabrina?
Oh, thanks, John, love to.
So, this is just a standard
that... 6/8 in "A",
just repeats the one,
three, two and five.
And the chorus is "D", "A", "E",
but in, umm,
you know, half bars.
It goes to the "C" minor,
short minor,
before it goes to the "E"
the second time around,
builds through the chorus.
Do whatever the hell you want,
I don't care,
whatever feels right. One, two,
three. One, two, three.
This is a waltz
if anybody feels like dancing.
(Sighing)
That you like it
When the plotline
and meaning are easy
To understand
Seems so perfect
No questions, no loose ends,
no restless nerves
So, explain and explain it
How it's all for the best
No regrets
And we concur
Some intend to forget
That you dug out all I had
And you left me in the dirt
And you always
Started this sh*t about
Our hungry hearts
But I've only been thirsty
A bottomless pit
Since we've been apart
All right.
(Clapping)
There he is. What's up?
This is my friend Taylor
from Seattle,
the one I was telling you about.
She's a big fan.
Hey.
(WHISPERING):
She's Japanese.
Okay.
The last album made me breakup
with my boyfriend.
Oh. Sorry about that.
It's okay. He was a douchebag.
Uhh, okay.
Is that your real hair colour?
Uhh, yeah.
Thought so.
How far do you live from here?
Did you have any relatives
that got hit by that tsunami?
I'm Chinese.
Oh.
Would you sing to me?
No.
Come on.
If you sing to me,
I'll show you my secret talent.
What's that?
(Whispering)
Black is the colour
Of my true love's hair
(Muffled singing)
No, one of your songs.
No, no, no.
That wasn't part of the deal.
But that's what I meant.
You really upset right now?
You are so f***ing cute.
Mmm. Mmm, mmm. Oh my God.
God, you have a huge tongue.
Thank you.
No, I mean, it fills my whole
mouth up. I can't breathe.
And you don't like that?
I don't know.
Can we just, uhh...
Can we just take a break
for a minute?
Okay.
(Sighing)
Have you heard
the new Spaceface album?
You guys are friends, right?
You're f***ing with me, right?
What?
(Sighing)
What's this move?
(Groaning)
(Laughing)
What are you...
(Laughing)
Are you hungry?
(Crickets chirping)
(Knocking)
WOMAN:
Does that thing ring?
WOMAN 2:
I don't know if I should.
WOMAN:
It's not a doorbell.
(Knocking)
Maybe he went to the store.
(Knocking)
Check to see if it's open.
It's unlocked.
Brook?
Brook?
(Whistling)
Shh.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Okay, wait, wait.
Ready? Two, three.
(Screaming)
Oh my... Ha ha!
(Blowing raspberry)
Good morning.
Why the hell are you guys
in my room right now?
You forgot?
We left you, like, 20 messages.
Really?
I think more than that.
Ow.
It's good to see you too, Bro.
I'm just a little...
Hungover?
It's good to see you guys.
(Grunting)
Me too.
I want to smell him.
Oh, wait a minute.
You have to go take a shower.
I can smell your feet
from up here.
What?
Eww!
Seriously!
It's gross.
You're right.
Go, go, go.
Still drunk.
He doesn't look good.
That's a pretty good choice
for a country girl.
(SOUTHERN DRAWL):
Well, thank you kindly.
Spring, the onions
are going to burn.
Wow, you guys clean fast.
Nice pants.
How'd you get into them?
They look like they'd fit Mez.
I think they're cute.
You guys are dumb.
Okay, who wants eggs?
I do.
Don't put so many mushrooms
in mine.
This isn't yours.
This is for Brook. He's oldest.
Oh, that smells so good.
But I don't eat meat.
Oh, they're not meat.
They're chicken period.
Eww. Joy, that's gross.
What? It's true.
I'm just going to have
some orange juice.
But you love my omelettes.
Yeah, I do. But I'm vegan.
Oh, okay, no, you're not.
Well, believe what you want.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Organizing all of our photos
of Mom.
Oh my gosh,
look how cute you are.
(Chuckling)
So cute.
Why are you doing this now?
'Cause Joy said I had to.
Hey, Mez,
how do you want your period?
Uhh, runny, please.
That's disgusting.
You're disgusting.
Hey, Mez. Why are you guys here?
We're here to spread
Mom's ashes.
Do you not check any of
the emails that I send you?
Dad's all right with that?
Yeah, it was his idea.
Really?
- You know, you still do that?
- What?
You always look to Mez
to see if I'm telling the truth.
No, I don't.
Okay.
I'm going to take this plate
out to Dad then.
What?
What's she talking about?
Oh, Dad's here.
What do you mean, "Dad's here"?
Check your messages.
He's outside in the car.
He said he's not coming up
until you invite him.
Is she serious?
He's just being stubborn.
Let's go out and talk to him.
I'll go with you.
Yeah, me too.
Brook?
(Door slamming)
I read the advice
in your letter
To see myself
without a filter
So, tonight,
I have locked all my doors
I'm down on all fours
Wild again
The dawn light is
slowly approaching
Eyes open to
slow down the spinning
I bet you'd be
proud of me now
Lost in my own house
Can't find a way out
Oh
Ah
Ah!
(Panting)
Shame only came on display
To the others,
but I was wrong
(Water running)
Hey.
Is Dad coming in?
(Toilet flushing)
He says he's going to
sleep in the car.
We might go to that motel.
Does Brook have any floss?
Good luck.
Oh, look.
Oh, he does love us.
(Knocking)
Brook, can we sleep in your bed?
Sure.
Great. I get the end.
No, Joy, I always have to
sleep in the middle.
Oh, well, it's too bad.
That's not even true.
I like the middle.
What?
My God!
(Laughing)
Get off me.
Shh. I'm trying to sleep.
This sort of feels kind of nice.
Shh.
Are you ready for bed?
(Groaning)
Yeah. I got to brush my teeth.
Okay. Go brush your teeth.
(Water running)
So, he's just going to
sleep out there?
I'm not going to play
his f***ing game.
He's probably going to
sleep out there.
Brook?
(Spitting)
(Water running)
(Dog barking)
(Birds chirping)
What are you doing?
Got to go to work.
You're subbing?
Is it that same school?
Yeah.
Car's gone.
He probably went to the motel.
I'll call him.
All right, I get off at 1:30.
Okay, bye.
"Gregory and Jeremy
walked and walked and walked
"down the street
until it began to get dark
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