Love and Rage Page #3

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- Really?

- Yes, much better.

It's annotated in quavers,

as it's a slow movement -

- and if you notate it in crotchets,

it would appear diffuse.

This is why you notate

a slow movement in quavers.

...becomes very... Sofie?

Please, stop that.

I'm sorry.

This movement is fast, and the

entire annotation is therefore dark -

- with many blocks,

making it fairly difficult to read.

This is why composers often...

Hi.

Hey.

Why were you looking

through the window today?

- What do you mean?

- When I was in class.

I didn't.

What are you talking about?

You looked at me, and I waved at you.

I've been rehearsing all day.

This is too weird.

Daniel, I know it was you.

During Pierre's class.

Why do you go on about Pierre?

Huh?

- What do you mean? I don't.

- Sure you do.

You say you think he's hot.

- Did I say that?

- Yes, you did.

I never said that!

- He's way too old.

- Does he turn you on?

What?

What did you say?

- Does he turn you on?

- No, not at all!

It's you I'm crazy about.

Are you f***ing him?

- Stop it!

- Did you f*** him?

Well. Did you?

What kind of sick question is that?

Daniel, you can't expect me

to answer that!

- It's pretty simple.

- Stop it, Daniel!

What the hell's with you?

You look so handsome.

Hello.

What is it?

Why aren't you wearing

your necklace?

- Don't you like it?

- Yes! I'm just not wearing it today.

We can't talk about the stupid

necklace now. You're about to play.

Bravo!

Bravo!

- Very good, son.

- Thank you.

Thank you, Gitte.

Thanks, Michael.

Daniel, come.

This is Peter Gold from Juilliard.

Congratulations, Daniel.

- That was absolutely outstanding.

- Thank you very much.

Your principal tells me you

might be interested in playing abroad.

Yes!

I'm a big admirer of your school -

- and I've been a big admirer

since I was very little.

I've always wanted

to come to your school.

Fantastic.

I know you have the talent.

I'm sure we can find you a place,

if you're still interested.

Are you still interested?

Daniel, Daniel, are you listening?

Yes, excuse me for a second.

Sofie?

Yes what's up?

- Daniel, can't it wait?

- No.

Why are you dancing with him?

He's obviously hitting on you.

- We're just dancing.

- Don't you see what he's doing?

What?

It's extremely uncomfortable to see

you two flirting on the dance floor.

- Come on, Sofie.

- Come.

- Let go, for Christ's sake.

- Come on.

We're trying to have

a conversation here. Excuse us.

I find it improper that you

dance like that with your teacher.

Well, I don't.

- You're embarrassing me!

- You're embarrassing me.

I'm your boyfriend.

This is so damn humiliating.

I'm out of here.

Let go of me!

Let go. You don't own me!

- Maybe not...

- There you are.

Sofie.

Sofie, are you asleep?

Sofie?

Sofie?

Sofie.

What are you doing?

Why are you standing there?

I don't know.

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- I'm thinking...

...about the number of breaths

we have left.

Whether it's infinite,

or whether we run out.

What are you talking about?

Daniel, you're talking in your sleep.

Come to bed.

Mom?

Mom?

What's wrong?

Pierre left me.

He met some girl.

I can't believe it.

We were so wonderful together.

Sofie?

Come here.

Come here, I said.

Sofie!

Sofie!

Where did you spend the night?

At Sine's.

Why didn't you answer,

when I called you?

- I didn't hear it.

- That's not true!

I called you

and sent you 10 text messages!

Let go of me.

You don't own me.

How come there's a man's shirt

behind your bed?

A man's shirt?

What the hell are you talking about?

Huh?

What man's shirt?

What the hell is wrong with you?

I can't take it anymore, Daniel.

You're out of control.

- So, Daniel. What a surprise that was.

- What?

'What? '

Your invitation to Juilliard.

Why did you leave my mom?

Didn't you hear me?

I just spoke to Peter Gold, and

they've accepted you into Juilliard.

She said you're seeing someone else.

Who is it?

Is it Sofie?

Do you take me for a fool?

Don't.

Stay away from me.

Are you worried about getting caught?

Is that it?

This close!

You're this close to Juilliard.

Tell me what your shirt is doing

at Sofie's place. In her bed.

I found your f***ing shirt in her bed!

You're busted!

You make up things.

Your dad did that, too, Daniel.

You don't let up.

Leave my dad out of this.

Do you hear me?

Remove that finger.

I'm telling the principal

what a pig you are.

Daniel, you're losing it.

Calm down.

Don't...

- You're finished!

- You'll make it worse for yourself.

Yes, exactly.

Fine.

Bye.

- Hi, Daniel, what can I do for you?

- Pierre is seeing a student.

- What makes you think that?

- I just know.

- Don't you believe me?

- Daniel, listen. Have a seat...

I want nothing to do

with that man and...

Daniel, please sit.

Sit down.

Fine, call him.

Daniel...

Daniel.

Don't you think you could use

a couple of weeks' leave?

If you don't call him, I'll tell

the police you're covering for him.

I take this very seriously,

and I want to help you.

If you want to help me,

you'll call him right now!

- This is bullshit!

- Daniel...

Listen, I don't want...

I don't want any help from you.

I don't want help from anyone.

Okay?

I don't want to attend this school

where no one wants to help me.

- He's seeing a student!

- But I do want to help you...

- But you just...

- Daniel, listen to me.

- I'm leaving this school.

- You don't mean that.

Piss off!

You're beautiful.

You're so beautiful.

Talent probably wasn't the only thing

you inherited from your father.

Mom?

Mom

Let me.

Get off the road!

You could get run down

- What's going on?

- What the hell...

- Where did he go?

- I don't know.

Daniel, dammit!

Daniel!

Stop that now!

Daniel!

Daniel, stop it!

- Stop now!

- Stop, Daniel.

- Dammit, Daniel!

- Daniel, what the hell are you doing?

He's lost his mind!

Dammit, man...!

Daniel!

Stop it!

Daniel!

- He's insane.

- Are you okay? Sofie, are you okay?

- Yes?

- Sofie, is that you?

We need to talk.

- What do you want to talk about?

- Are you with Pierre?

No, I'm alone.

So, why won't you

let me in?

- Are you there?

- Go away.

Why won't you let me in?

Huh?

We're going to New York together, Sofie.

Daniel...

I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore.

Daniel, is that you?

Where have you been?

- Pierre called, completely out of it.

- Don't you know what's going on?

What are you talking about?

Pierre is f***ing Sofie

right now.

- What are you going on about?

- He is!

Stop it! You're as twisted and jealous

as your father.

He wasn't twisted. He was jealous

that you were f***ing Pierre.

- That's not true!

- Yes, it is!

Pull yourself together.

Mom!

Hallo? Police?

I need help.

He's acting...

- Who are you calling?

- Daniel...

- Did you call the police?

- No.

- Did you actually call the police?

- No.

Hello, Daniel.

Stay away from her.

For crying out loud, Daniel.

Let's have a little talk.

Come.

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