Rock of Ages Page #5

That's right. Give it to me rough.

You're another rocker

asleep at the wheel...

-...singing songs you wrote 10 years ago.

-Okay, lady.

As long as you've got this manager

keeping you on the road...

...and doping you up with girls and booze

and million-dollar record deals...

...he's gonna keep you asleep

and drive your career off a cliff.

-Line crossed. Let's go, sweetheart.

-Don't touch me.

You used to write great songs.

Where are they now?

You know what? I'm calling your editor.

Close friend of mine, by the way.

-Rolling Stone magazine.

-Jann Wenner's office.

Get out.

My words exactly.

This interview is over.

No, no, no. Not her.

You.

All of you.

Copy that. Everybody out.

No, no, no.

Not you too, Hey Man.

We'll do the next one together, all right?

All right?

Come on, don't be like that.

We'll do the next one together.

I promise. Okay?

You know, I think you get

this sense of entitlement...

...due to the fact that you're a rock god.

But it's not real.

It's not love.

No.

It's not love.

Then what is it?

Off the record?

Sex.

And other people's projections

of what they want me to be.

Of what you and all your readers

want me to be.

Sex.

And it keeps me from going out...

...and getting the one thing

that could save me.

But l can't have that now.

I'm a slave to rock 'n' roll.

I am searching for the perfect song...

...the perfect sound that will

make you wanna live forever.

Like l said

I know me better than anyone

because l live in here.

And no one else can.

I can.

I gotta take a little time

A little time to think things over

I better read between the lines

In case l need it when I'm older

Ooh, ahh, ahh

In my life

There's been heartache and pain

I don't know

If l can face it again

Can't stop now

I've traveled so far

To change this lonely life

-I wanna know what love is

-I wanna know what love is

-I want you to show me

-I want you to show me

-l wanna feel what love is

-l wanna feel what love is

-I know you can show me

-I know you can show me

I'm gonna take a little time

A little time to look around me

I've got nowhere left to hide

It looks like love has finally found me

In my life

There's been heartache and pain

I don't know

If l can face it again

I can't stop now

Hey, man, have you seen Sherrie? Blon--?

Drew? Hey, Drew, showtime.

Come on. Stop fannying around.

Let's talk about love

I wanna know what love is

Love that you feel inside

I want you to show me

I'm feelin' so much love

l wanna feel what love is

No

You just cannot hide

I know you can show me

Yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh

I wanna know what love is

Let's talk about love

I want you to show me

l wanna feel it too

-l wanna feel what love is

-l wanna feel it too

And I know, and l know

-I want you to show me

-And I know, and l know

And I know

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

That....

That....

That...

...can be on the record.

Oh, my God.

This was a mistake.

Wait.

Hey, wait.

Stacee! Stacee! Stacee!

Can't wait to see the article.

Oh. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

-I didn't mean to do that.

-It's okay.

Just leave it.

Please.

Quieten down, please, you hot fecund

soup of estrogen and testosterone.

I need you to manage

your expectations...

...and please welcome to the stage for

their debut here at The Bourbon Rooms...

...the brilliant--

Bring on the rock!

Drew.

What's the name of your band, mate?

Wolfgang Von Colt.

Come on, Arsenal, let's go!

-And you're sticking with that, are you?

-Yeah.

Come on!

Please welcome to the stage

the very poorly titled...

...Wolfgang Van Colt!

-Von Colt!

-It's not an improvement.

Wolfgang Von Colt.

I can't believe that just happened.

Thank you. Thanks.

No, no, no. Thank you.

Come on!

Psst. Drew.

Drew.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...please resurrect your enthusiasm...

...one final time for...

...Wolfgang Von Colt!

Drew! Oi, Drew!

We want Arsenal!

I wanna rock!

I said

I wanna rock

Rock

I wanna rock

Rock

-I want to rock

-Rock

Turn it down, you say

All I gotta say to you

Is time and time again

I say no

Oh, no, no, no, no, no

Tell me not to play

All I gotta say to you

When you tell me not to play

I say no

Oh, no, no, no, no, no

So if you ask me why

I like the way l play it

There's only one thing l can say to you

-I wanna rock

-Rock

Go, Drew! You rock!

-I wanna rock

-Rock

-I want to rock

-Rock

Oh, yeah

-I wanna rock

-Rock!

I want to rock

Yeah!

Spring break!

I wanna rock

-Rock, rock

-Rock, rock

I wanna rock

-Rock, rock

-Rock, rock

I want to rock

Drew! Drew! Drew!

Go, Drew!

Whoo! Drew, baby, that was unbelievable!

You were amazing, they totally loved you.

The crowd was totally on their feet.

They loved it.

Drew?

Drew.

Can l help you?

What's wrong?

Why are you mad at me?

I'm not mad.

I'm celebrating a great gig.

Okay. Well, can you at least look at me?

Why should l?

Huh?

I don't need you.

There are hundreds of "yous"

out there. And tonight?

They were all looking at me.

The spotlight.

She was right.

Tell Dennis I quit.

Sherrie!

I wouldn't do that if l were you.

Hey. Paul Gill.

I'm Stacee Jaxx's manager.

-You were fantastic tonight, man.

-Thank you, man. Thank you.

Let her go.

Let me ask you something:

What do Keith Richards, Jimmy Page...

...and Stacee Jaxx all have in common?

Broken hearts

and very, very long careers.

Now, you want love? Go after her.

You might even find it. Heh, heh.

But l can guarantee you something

much more rare...

...and a lot more fun, man.

Stacee Jaxx and Arsenal!

What is that?

Fame.

Love is like a bomb

Bomb

Love is like a bomb

Huh! Hey!

Huh! Hey-hey!

Huh! Hey!

Huh! Hey!

Huh!

Love is like a bomb, baby

Come and get it on

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin' like a tramp

Like a video vamp

Demolition woman

Can I be your man?

Be your man

Huh!

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little Miss Innocent, sugar me

Yeah

-Yeah

-Aah!

C'mon

Take a bottle

Shake it up

Break the bubble

Break it up

Pour some sugar on me

In the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

Sherrie quit.

And I quit too!

Okay.

Why is everybody quitting today?

Who cares?

This is the greatest night of my life!

You got the peaches

I got the cream

Sweet to taste

Saccharine

'Cause I'm hot, say what

Sticky sweet

From my head

My head to my feet

Do you take sugar

One lump or two

Take a bottle

Take a bottle

Shake it up

Shake it up

-Break the bubble

-Break it up

Break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh

In the name of love

Hey, man.

Did you give my offer some thought?

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

We got a deal.

Pour some sugar on me

Ha-ha. That's my man!

Pour some sugar on me

Get it

Come get it

Pour your sugar on me

Ooh

Pour some sugar on me

Sugar me

Thirty-one thousand,

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