I Can Only Imagine Page #2

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Dude, seriously,

that beard makes you look 35.

Kent, shut up.

Shut up!

I like it.

Millard!

Get over here, now.

I love you.

I know.

Unbelievable.

Break!

Break!

Hey. Just give me a second.

It's sour.

Jeez.

It's a month past its date.

I'll make Pop-Tarts, then.

Just a few things I ask you

to do around here, Bart,

a few things.

I caught before I ran, Dad,

at practice today.

Almost scored.

How many of them did it take?

What?

To get you down on the ground.

How many'd it take?

Just one. It's just practice.

One?

Nobody could never

bring me down.

Took the whole football team.

It's the way I live my life.

Life hits me, I hit back harder.

I don't go down.

Not then, not now, not never.

You understand?

Break!

I don't go down.

You go down too easy.

That's your problem.

What'd they say?

They said you can't play.

For how long?

Ever.

Well, that's disappointing.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Whoa! Hey.

Sorry.

Where are you driving?

I should've drove.

This is stupid.

Graduating high school

is not stupid.

You just have to pick a new

elective to replace football.

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, man, ever have aspirations

of being a seamstress?

Well, that's full, so.

They're, like, all full.

Yeah.

Except this one.

What?

Glee Club.

And even though

it all went wrong

I'll stand before

the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue

But Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelu-u-jah

That's really good.

Honey, I think

you've got the wrong room.

I wish. No offense.

None taken. You sing?

No.

Act?

Not at all.

Do you dance?

Ma'am, I'm in a wheelchair.

Please, just kick me

out of this class.

I don't turn anyone away.

Sugar, what is your name?

Uh, Bart Millard.

"Bart Millard."

Yeah.

Our new assistant

technical director.

All right!

I don't know what that is.

Now this I can do.

Saddle up your horses

And I heard somebody say

Let's go

Saddle up your horses

We got a trail to blaze

Whoa

Through the wild blue yonder

Grace

Let's follow our leader

Into the glorious unknown

This is the life like no other

Whoa, whoa

This is the great adventure

Hey, congrats, Bart.

What?

Way to go, Millard.

La

Congratulations!

What?

Nice job, Bart.

You haven't heard yet?

I gotta say,

I'm a little jealous.

What're you t...

what're you talking about?

Congratulations!

No, no, no, no. Okay.

How excited are you?

Miss Fincher!

Unh-unh. No.

What're you trying to do to me?

I can't do this.

I didn't even try out.

You can. And you will.

And there'll be no further

discussion about it.

No, no, no, no, no.

Look, I'm a Millard.

Okay, you don't understand.

Millards play football.

Millards do not sing.

You have a gift, Bart.

And in my class,

you will be required to use it.

Or fail. It's your choice.

Look, my leg is still in a cast.

I can't even walk.

There's two months

until the production.

You have plenty of time to heal.

Please stop making excuses.

Okay, I don't sing like that.

That Broadway stuff.

I'll teach you.

Look, Miss Fincher,

I like you, okay?

You seem like

a real good person.

I respect you,

but there is no way, ever,

at all, ever that you are

gonna get me on that stage.

Mm-hmm.

There's a bright golden haze

On the meadow

There's a bright golden haze

On the meadow

The corn is as high

As an elephant's eye

And it looks like it's climbing

Clear up to the sky

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'

Oh, what a beautiful day

I've got a beautiful feelin'...

Mercy me,

that can't be his real voice.

Yeah, it is, Mama.

...goin' my way

Well, punch a monkey's uncle.

All the sounds of the Earth

Are like music

All the sounds of the Earth

Are like music

The breeze is so busy

It don't miss a tree

An' that ol' weepin' willer

Is laughin' at me

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'

Oh, what a beautiful day

I've got a beautiful feelin'

Everything's goin' my way

Oh, what a beautiful

Da-a-y

Whoo!

Sir, you need to understand.

It's hospital policy.

Well, you can't keep me here.

I'm free to go.

No, you're not.

We saw something

in your blood work

that concerned us,

so we ran a few tests.

And I'd like to discuss

the results with you.

You got my number.

You can call me.

We need to have

this conversation now.

Okay.

Why did I black out?

Because of extremely

low blood sugar.

So you're saying, what?

I'm diabetic?

No.

On your MRI,

we discovered a mass.

We believe it's cancer.

No.

No. No, I don't...

We'd like to run

a few more tests

and then decide on the best

treatment options for you.

I don't...

I don't need your treatment.

I'm gonna go home.

Mr. Millard,

if you refuse treatment,

it could drastically reduce

your chances.

Dad. What happened?

Oh, I'm fine.

I'm just fine.

Okay, well,

let me drive you home.

I-I can make it myself.

Mr. Millard, are you okay?

I'm Shannon, Bart's girlfriend?

Oh, hello, Shannon.

How'd Bart wind up

with someone as pretty as you?

Thank you.

I'm fine.

I'm gonna be all right.

But did they say what's wrong?

Uh, I just had a little incident.

I had low blood sugar.

I was over at the diner,

and... and I fell down.

And actually,

I was looking at your name

on an advertisement for a play.

Didn't think you'd wanna come.

Did he ever sing for you?

'Cause I-I had no idea.

I had no idea at all.

He was good.

He was real good.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I should've invited you.

Oh, don't... we'll talk

about it later, son.

Just let me drive you home.

Oh, no.

You take care

of your pretty girl there.

Where're you going?

Going to the cast party.

I'm not missing it for this.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

What's wrong with him?

Are you family?

No.

Well, you need to ask him.

Thank you.

You're up early.

Made my son breakfast.

What's with the getup?

Going to a funeral?

No.

Just going to church, Dad.

Church.

Sit down and eat.

C'mon, sit down and eat.

Getting cold.

Hey'd you see this?

Did you see that?

Look at that.

Front page.

You look like

a Pinocchio cowboy.

It's a good joke.

So that's what I am to you,

a joke?

I didn't say that.

You just said it.

Don't put words in my mouth.

What if I wanna sing?

Why's that so funny?

I mean, maybe I'm good at it.

The pastor of the church

asked me to sing this morning.

It's gotta mean something.

He ask you to sing for a living?

That's what I'm saying.

You're gonna need to find

something you're good at

that you can actually earn

a living at

'cause you're gonna have

to support yourself

one of these days.

How do you even know?

You've never even heard me sing.

Well, that's not my fault.

All I hear out of you

is whining and moaning.

Okay. I'm singing

this morning at church.

10:
00 on radio AM 1080.

Why don't you come watch me sing?

No, I can't do that.

Why not?

No. I just don't belong there.

Why?

I just don't. I don't!

Don't belong there.

Okay.

My boy Bart's, oh,

he's nothin'

but a big disappointment.

I wish he'd never been born.

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