Just My Luck Page #8

- It can't be.

- I got some ideas.

- Okay.

- Geez.

Jake. Jake is the guy I kissed

at the masquerade bash.

- Uh-uh.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes.

Yes! That's great. He's hot.

You don't understand.

If I kiss Jake...

it's hello,

fabulous carefree life.

And that's a problem?

- Well-

- Go.

- Ashley.

- No, no, no.

Um, I have to go now.

Uh, now?

- Whoa!

- Oh, my God.

Taxi!

Sorry. I was just

checking something.

Five dollars. Yes.

- Thank you, luck.

- Ashley?

Miss Braden.

Listen. I am so sorry for-

- Antonio?

- Hey, Ash.

- Hi.

- How lucky that we ran into you.

I feel just horrible about

those things I said to you.

No. Stop. You were right

to blame it all on me.

Then let me blame you for bringing this sweet,

wonderful, iron-tushed man into my life.

Yes. We're getting married, baby.

- No way!

- It's true. I bought him the ring.

- Well, good for you guys. Congratulations.

- Ashley...

I want you to come back

to work for me.

- Are you kidding?

- I can't lose you. You are my good luck charm.

I- I don't know what to say.

Well, we have a huge pitch tonight.

St. Regis at 8:
00.

So, say you'll be by my side...

and say you'll be wearing something

appropriate to your new vice president title.

Oh, my gosh. Yes. Yes.

Thank you.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Oh! Yes! My luck is back!

Oh, my God.

- Hello.

- Ash?

Anyone want some late lunch?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hey. I have some surprises.

Ta-da! Last one in stock,

and just my size. Lucky, huh?

- Yeah.

- And I went to Miyakami

and got two orders of everything...

'cause I thought we could use

a little celebration.

- That's nice.

- Oh. Yeah.

What's wrong?

The band isn't

gonna do Maggie's song.

What? Why not?

Phillips is superstitious.

- Come on.

- He thinks that new groups...

should only perform music

that they've written themselves.

- That's crazy.

- No. It's just bad luck.

Look. I'm sorry this is happening.

I didn't have anything to do with-

Ashley, stop. It's not your fault.

It's life. Right?

Come on. We gotta get going. We gotta get

there before they go on. I want to wish them luck.

- You're still going?

- Oh, yeah. We have V.I.P.

Tickets. Why waste 'em? You?

Um, actually, I'm not. I have, um, a meeting.

- Job interview?

- Actually, it's a funny story.

- Um, Peggy rehired me.

- Ashley!

I am so proud of you.

You totally stuck it out,

and it all got better.

Are you sure

you're gonna be okay?

Of course.

What choice do I have?

If you dwell on

all the bad things in life...

- you miss out on all the good things.

- It's getting late.

- Well, have fun.

- Good luck on your meeting, Ashley.

Thanks.

Bye.

Cool!

- We're down front!

- Wow!

- So big!

- So many people.

Look how many people there are.

- Hottie, mate. There's a hottie there.

- Yeah.

I hope it goes well.

All right. Guys, guys. Final touches.

Dressing room now. Come on.

- Let's do this. Come on.

- I'm so nervous. I'm so nervous.

Hey, Nick. Nick.

How are ya?

Oh, bollocks!

You look very nervous.

- Thank you. I appreciate that.

- Want some herbal tea? We have some.

Thank you.

That would be great.

The monitors hot

for Danny and Tom, right?

- The input for the reverb

in the distortion pedals?

- Two and three.

Good. And just remember.

The switch-outs at three, five and nine.

- Right. Right.

- Someone could fall down

in this. I'm gonna shut it.

Whoa!

Hello?

Jake? Guys?

Cab! Taxi!

- Oy!

- We're never gonna get a cab at this hour.

Think positive.

Hey. Guys.

Jump in. Come on.

Ashley.

- Let's go. We don't have much time.

- What are you doing?

I can't stop sweatin'.

Shocking!

- You guys ready?

- Yeah. Stoked.

Yeah. Born ready.

- My eye!

- My "A" string.

Danny, look at me.

You can see, right?

See, please?

Two minutes, you guys.

Good luck.

Two minutes?

I- I need some ice. I need some ice.

Hello!

Guys, I'm here!

Okay. Look. I know you guys

are nervous. That's fine. Just-

Hold that thought.

Good idea.

- Whoo!

- Air fre-Air freshener.

Oh, by the way, have you seen

Harry anywhere?

He's- He's not here?

Hello?

- Okay, guys. Spread out, find him.

- All right.

- Nick. Nick.

- Harry.

- Yeah.

- Uh, have you seen- have you seen Harry?

- Who?

- Harry the drummer.

- Who?

- Uh- Harry!

Harry!

Harry.

- Harry.

- Get out of here!

- Pervert!

- Sorry.

D.M.R.'s got the money, baby!

Excuse me, sir. Could you make a left

up ahead? Union Square's always a mess.

I can't believe

you blew off Peggy Braden.

She'll get over it. If Jake's bad luck

is half as bad as mine was...

then we don't have much time.

Harry. Harry, are you in here?

- Hey. Has anyone seen Harry?

- No.

- Excuse me. Has anyone

seen Harry? The drummer.

- No.

- Harry!

- Has- Has anybody got a 20 on the drummer?

What's he look like?

Yeah. I don't know.

They all look alike to me.

Harry!

Harry.

- Harry.

- Start the show!

Harry.

- He's not here.

- We want McFly!

He's not here either.

Ah, but then- No, no. No, no, no.

- Jake, baby!

- Hey!

I understand the drill- keep 'em waiting-

but the natives are gettin' restless.

- We thought it was normal

to go up a half hour late.

- Jake.

Jake, we can't find Harry anywhere.

He's not upstairs. He's gone.

- Checked the loos. He's not in men's or women's.

- No.

There something

you want to tell me, Jake?

We-We have a problem.

Hello?

What the hell is that?

- Oh! We're so late. Come on! Come on!

- Oh, my gosh!

Thank you! Wait. You guys.

You guys. Backstage is this way.

Come on. Hi. Excuse me.

Watch out, buddy.

- Come on!

- Hold on a second, girls.

Catch up, Dana.

You got the passes.

Let's go!

Hello.

Hello.

And I, for one...

am not looking forward to going

out here and telling this angry crowd...

that the band decided

not to play.

Oh. That won't be me.

That's gonna be you.

Unless you get your boys

out there now!

Mr. Phillips,

without a-a drummer?

- No way.

- It won't work.

Hey, guys. I used to be the, uh, backup

drummer for, uh, Whitesnake.

- Whitesnake? Hell, yeah!

- There you go. Here's your drummer.

- Wait a minute.

- We're not gonna go out there without Harry.

- It's not gonna happen.

McFly doesn't play...

you'll be lucky enough

to manage...

- a high school marching band.

- Jake.

- Get out of the way.

- We got a problem. We need a new band.

- Cancel the limo.

- Get out of the way, please. All right. Now go.

Ashley, now's not a-

- What the hell is this?

- Shh!

And in nine, eight, seven-

- Oh, no.

- Who hit the smoke?

Five, four, three-

Whoa.

Two-

Whoa.

Is that- Is that Harry?

Get started, baby!

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