Let It Shine Page #8

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Hey.

Hey. Man! The camera loves him.

Is it just me

or does he sound better than he looks?

No argument there.

So, things going pretty good

with you and Kris?

Yeah. Yeah.

I mean, it couldn't be better.

Was that even believable?

Not really, but I'll play it off if you do.

Well, I mean, I just don't know why

I feel like I can talk to you so easily,

but not Kris.

Okay, this is kind of hard

for me to admit,

but I'm not sure about myself.

I mean, am I ready to be there for Kris?

And be the girl he deserves?

Wait. What are you saying?

I'm saying Kris deserves

somebody who's real.

Am I even worthy enough to be his girl?

Please tell me you're just kidding,

or I'm gonna, like,

throw up in my mouth.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Miss Roxie.

Ah.

Dad!

CY"- Is!

What are you doing here?

I'm here to apologize to Roxie.

Roxanne, I'd like to apologize

for my behavior in church on Sunday.

My righteousness was sinful,

and I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Cyrus, may I ask

what business you have here?

Listen, Cyrus, I need you to get to work.

The place is a mess, and I'll never

have it ready in time for opening.

You work here?

Yeah. But just part-time.

The part where I'm not at the church.

'Cause that's my priority.

How could you disrespect me

like this, Cyrus?

Do you know how this makes me look?

This isn't about you, Dad, okay.

It's about the music.

It's what I'm good at.

If I wasn't doing this

I'd be disrespecting myself.

We will continue this conversation

in private.

We're going home.

And don't make me repeat myself.

No.

Excuse me?

I'm not going. Levi needs me here.

I have a job to do,

and that would not be fair to him.

Oh.

We'll deal with this later.

Well?

I apologized to Roxanne.

Oh, good. Now that was

the right thing to do, Jacob.

When I was there at the club,

I saw Cyrus. Honey, he works there.

- You found out.

- What? You knew?

We need to talk. Honey...

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. I think Dad's upset.

I'm more than just upset.

I'm disappointed.

But you don't understand.

I'm a songwriter.

I don't care what you are.

I don't care if Jesus himself told you

to go up in that club and get a job.

He was testing you.

And you failed that test.

Will you at least just look at it?

Cyrus, not another word.

From this point on,

you're on punishment.

You will not set foot in that club again.

You're gonna work long, hard hours

with the church choir

the rest of the summer.

- But, Dad...

- That's all, Cyrus.

Jacob! He's just trying

to show you his songs.

What kind of songs?

Honey, does it matter?

Your son wants to share

a part of himself with you.

Is it so important

what genre of music it's in?

Honestly!

It's about time I figure out

where I'm gonna go

If you don't like what I decide,

you gotta let it go

I don't wanna be stuck in between

just wasting my time

So, give me, give me,

give me, give me some room to breathe

Yeah!

Who I'm gonna be isn't up to you,

it's up to me

Where I'm gonna go I don't really know,

it's a mystery

If I don't do it my way

I'll lose myself completely

Yeah, who I'm gonna be isn't up to you,

it's up to me

Go ahead and try to box me in,

but that would be a shame

If you won't see what's underneath

I gotta walk away

So, give me, give me,

give me, give me some room to breathe

Yeah, yeah!

Who I'm gonna be isn't up to you,

it's up to me

Where I'm gonna go I don't really know,

it's a mystery

If I don't do it my way

I'll lose myself completely

Yeah, who I'm gonna be isn't up to you,

it's up to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Gotta be me, gotta be free

Or it doesn't mean anything

Gotta be me, gotta be free

Tell me, are you listenin'?

Though I'm hearing what you say

I gotta do it my own way

Who I'm gonna be isn't up to you,

it's up to me

Where I'm gonna go I don't really know,

it's a mystery

If I don't do it my way

I'll lose myself completely

Cyrus?

Come in.

Hey.

Oh, hey, Dad. I'm just reading

the Old Testament. It's dope. 'Sup?

Please don't use "dope" and

"Old Testament" in the same sentence.

- Right. Sorry.

- Mm. Mm-hmm.

Someone's here to see you.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Hey. Well, you disappeared on us.

I had to come check up on you.

Oh, I'm just laying low.

You know, letting the storm pass.

Yeah. Cyrus, I just need someone

to talk to. Do you mind if we walk?

I think better

when I'm moving, you know.

Yeah.

Did you hear that idiot Bling

made it into the finals?

Yeah, I kinda figured he would be.

The last thing I wanna do is

share the stage with that jerk.

So, things going well

with you and Kris?

That's what I wanted

to talk to you about.

- It's not going so good.

- Really?

I mean, really, that's unfortunate.

Well, I just don't get him. I mean,

Kris writes me amazing love songs,

but when we're alone

it's like he's somebody else.

You don't say.

It's like we don't really connect

on a deep level.

Like we see the world in totally different

ways, and I just don't know what to do.

I guess I just wish he and I

connected more like you and I do.

Well, you can't really force

a connection, I guess.

No, you can't.

Hey, look! I love this song.

When you appear

All of my dreams are coming...

So old school.

You should do something with it.

What?

You know what I mean.

Go to church with it. Record it.

No. The label would never let me.

Well, have you even asked?

You have to

put yourself out there, Roxie.

Roxanne Andrews, the girl

with the big voice from church.

That's the voice

that the whole world needs to hear.

You're just being nice.

No, I'm not. You have a gift, Roxie.

You just got to step out there

and show people what you can do.

Show them that you're the real deal.

Well, what about you, Mr. Lip-Syncher?

Maybe it's time you turned on the mic.

I gotta go, Kris is taking me

to a jazz museum,

which is by far the coolest place

he's ever taken me.

And, Cyrus,

thanks for being there for me.

Have you girls got tickets

to the Grand Slam tomorrow?

It's gonna be a slammin' show,

starring me.

I heard you're gonna rap live.

That is so cool.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's the plan.

Excuse me,

I've gotta make a phone call.

Yeah.

Kris.

Yo, Cy, just the man I need to see.

'Sup, baby.

How was your date

at the jazz museum?

If you could just excuse me

for one second.

Yo, easy, son,

there are other females here.

You don't have an original idea

in your whole body, do you?

What's your problem?

My problem is you playing

with Roxie's emotions

and getting her all messed up

in the head with your nonsense.

Well, hold up, preacher's boy.

All right, you as much a part of this

as me, so don't act all innocent.

Yeah, I had my part in this,

and now I'm starting to regret it.

Listen, you need to chill out

and get wit' me

about this Grand Slam show tomorrow.

We in this together, Cyrus, like it or not.

And I got a little plan that makes sure

my talent goes fully recognized,

you feel me?

Kris, you don't get it.

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