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Everything'd been just fine.

Hey...

All my problems are because of Bart.

Hey, hey,

you put words in my mouth.

I'm gonna put a fist

in your face.

Yeah, I'm a little big

for that, Dad.

You think?

I think those days are over.

Is that what you think?

Yeah! I do, yeah!

Listen, you have

to talk to me with respect.

I'm the one that puts

the food on the table.

I earn the living around here,

and I'm the one who stayed.

I don't see your Momma anywhere.

Yeah, well, nobody blames

her for leaving, Dad!

I would've left, too!

Just shut up.

Just shut up and eat.

I'm not hungry.

Eat your food.

I'm not hungry!

All right, then.

You kidding me?!

Stay away from me!

I'm serious!

Don't touch me!

I'm done with you! You're crazy!

Get away from me!

Bart, what happened

to your head?

It's bleeding.

Oh, it's nothing, it's fine.

Are you okay?

Are you sure?

I'm fine

I'm wondering

if you guys could all

maybe pray for a friend of mine?

This friend I think is lying

to me about their life.

I don't know what to do

because I wanna help,

and they just won't let me,

and I just feel like

the more I try,

it just kind of gets worse and worse.

And so now when I look at them,

all I see is a mask.

Pray for them.

No one can live a lie forever,

okay?

Okay, thanks.

Course they know

you're talking about me.

Do you know how embarrassing

that is?

I was just trying

to get you to listen!

What is going on with you?!

I'm fine.

You're not fine!

Is it your dad?

I could help.

Just let me come over.

I don't want you at my house.

Why?

'Cause I just don't.

Where is this coming from?

I don't know, maybe from deep

inside my mask.

That's not funny.

It's kinda funny.

Please, don't do this.

You got me all figured out.

You push everyone away!

Don't add me to that list.

I love you.

I've always loved you!

Yeah, well,

I've never really loved you.

I mean, we're...

we're graduating soon.

You're going off to college.

I'm chasing some stupid dream.

Right?

I never said your dream was stupid.

I mean, this has been fun.

No regrets for me, all right?

But people change,

you know what I mean?

We obviously can't

get along anymore.

I'm leaving, Shannon.

After graduation I'm... I'm gone.

Please don't.

What?

Go.

I can't stay here, Shannon.

You know, Mike, it's amazing how

people quit when they don't get paid.

I should try that sometime.

All right, look, we are opening

for the opening act

at a youth conference.

It's impossible,

that's the whole problem.

"Whether you think you can

or you think you can't,

you're right"...

that's Confucius.

I don't even know

what that means.

And it's offensive to me

as an artist.

An artist?

We're making 90 bucks!

Right.

Between the three of us.

We have no vocals.

We got no show.

It's impossible.

Yeah, well, the

only impossible things

are the things

that we call impossible.

What is that? Aristotle?

No, that one's a fortune cookie.

Nathan,

nobody understands you, man!

Hey, guys.

You're always so cranky, man.

Yeah, since Des Moines.

Oh, Des Moines.

Why bring up Des Moines again?

Hey, guys, if you guys

need a singer, I'll sing.

I'm, uh...

I also patch cables,

and, you know,

I can run the board,

and turn the lights on,

and I write songs, too.

Kind of. Sometimes.

Who are you?

I joined up with the band.

All we had was the clothes

on our backs.

Took every gig we could,

anywhere they'd let us play.

We were all technically

homeless, I guess.

When you can't find

what you're looking for

And your heart's been

screaming for more and more

When you search so long,

you can't even stand

And the way back home

is the Father's hand

Your heart says yes,

your head says more

And in between

is where you're torn

Trace your steps

to where you were

Befo-o-re

Ohh

Trace your steps, now

Oh, yeah

Yeah

Ooh, whoa, yeah

Yeah

Whoo!

Give it up for Mike

on the guitar!

Yeah!

Mr. Nathan on the bass!

Give it up for Nathan!

Jim on the keys!

Yeah!

Yeah, and I'm Bart.

And we are Mercy...

And Robbie on the drums!

He's new.

Thank you all

for being here tonight.

Y'all have a good time?

Yeah!

I sure hope so 'cause

that's all the songs we got.

Encore!

You know what?

Let me tell you a story

before we go.

Um... 'cause when I was, uh...

ten, 11 years old,

life was tough.

I mean, it...

it was really tough, actually.

I needed something,

and I remember, I've...

I've always loved music,

you know?

And I found some songs

that I just...

man, I... I held onto,

you know what I mean?

Like an anchor in a storm.

And they got me through.

And they told me about

a Father in heaven that...

that wanted me.

You know,

a Father that loves me so much

that He died for me.

A Father

that would never leave me.

And I listened to these songs

over and over

and over and over again and...

and they gave me hope.

'Cause I needed it.

And maybe tonight, so do you.

Sing this with me.

Oh, Lord

You're beautiful

Your face

Is all I seek

For when Your eyes

Are on this child

Your grace abounds to me

Oh, Lord,

please light the fire

That once

Burned bright and clear

Replace the lamp

Of my first love

That burns with holy fear

Oh, Lord, You're beautiful

Your face is all I seek

For when Your eyes

Are on this child

Your grace abounds to me

Thanks for coming, guys. Appreciate it.

Hey, Bart.

Hey, where you headed, man?

Someone I gotta see, man.

Who?

Scott Brickell.

He manages Audio Adrenaline

and a bunch of others.

Yeah, well, why was he here?

'Cause I wrote him a letter

every week

for the past two years.

Gotta go.

Uh...

Mr. Brickell!

It's just Brickell.

Uh, yeah, uh-huh, okay.

Um, I didn't know

you were coming. Thank you.

Yeah, well, I did.

Merry Christmas.

Uh, you know, we mostly

just play, uh, big shows,

you know, but sometimes

we like to get back to,

you know,

smaller venues like this one.

Yeah, look, Barth, uh...

Uh, it's Bart.

Sorry. And what's the name

of your band again?

It's Mercy Me, you know,

'cause when I told my memaw

that we were starting a band,

she was, like,

"Mercy me, get a real job."

And I was, like,

"Aw, Memaw!"

And then the guys were like,

"Did she really say that?"

I was, like, "Yeah, we

have to name the band Mercy..."

So that's what we called it.

Son, the sheer volume of words

that comes outta your mouth

is... exhausting.

You're not ready.

That's what I think.

You got talent.

You got potential.

You can sing, but I don't think

you've found your song,

Found your soul,

you know what I'm saying?

Look, that last thing you did,

that was... that was special.

Next gig, you should do that

the whole time, the entire show.

See how that works for you.

That's not the kind of music

that we sing, though.

Trust me, son, you have no idea

what kind of music you sing.

We write our own music.

We don't just do covers.

Well, then write

something like that,

and then give me a call.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

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