Song One Page #3
So much there.
I got my master's,
lovers... I won't say how many.
Don't worry...
A husband.
I was an Arkansas girl in Paris.
How great is that?
And then of course, I did
date a famous rock star.
Who?
I... She hasn't even told me.
I'm not even sure it's true.
Of course it's true.
Why would I make that up?
This guy was amazing.
He taught me one of the hardest songs
even to learn on the guitar.
Blackbird by the Beatles.
Mm, great song.
Never learned it.
Oh, it is a great one, James.
Oh, my god.
I gave Henry one time for Christmas,
and he loved it so much,
this unbelievable green accordion,
and he slept with it.
It was a teddy bear.
It was like his teddy bear, you know?
- My mom gave me my first
guitar when I was 13.
- Yeah, did it have a picture
of a hulu dancer on it?
Nope, unfortunately...
Oh, ta-da,
ta-da, ta-da!
Here it is.
Oh, hey, come on.
Thank you.
You are a very good girl.
I don't know how you are my daughter.
Well, you raised me well.
Yeah, so well.
Oh, my god.
That was so bad.
Why, thank you.
Franny, what was the song
that you were so obsessed with
that, um...
Oh... Come on.
By America? By America.
Oh, I don't remember.
Oh, you remember.
Oh, my god. Yes, you do.
She remembers.
She sang it nonstop, all the time,
over and over and over and over.
She sang it in the school talent show
because it was the '92 election,
and she believed that
it had political subtext
about how much the country needed
to have Bill Clinton
elected as president.
I was eight.
And here it is.
Oh, no. No!
No, come on.
You did so good.
- No.
Come on. You were so good.
- No, I wasn't.
- So good.
- Mom, come on. This...
this is embarrassing.
I don't believe in embarrassment.
I am kind of curious now.
- Come on, Franny. It'll
just make me so happy.
Beautiful.
Mom.
- Mom.
- No.
I have to go to bed.
Beautiful.
She'll be okay.
Is that something new?
Nah, just...
No, something been thinkin' of.
Might be nothing.
When are you heading back home?
Day after tomorrow,
right after the show in Philly.
Come on.
Hey, James.
- Hey.
- Hey, thanks, man.
You were great, really
made Lisa's night.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
James. Thank you.
I just want to get one picture.
Sure.
Oh, yeah.
Good. Great.
All right, that's enough.
Probably get back in, you know?
- Thank you.
- Come on.
I know. He's amazing. You're welcome.
I know. This is kind of short.
This is something
I've been working on...
Something new, um,
still in progress,
but I hope you like it.
All right. That wasn't it.
Henry!
Henry.
Hey.
Hey.
Henry.
Henry?
Henry, can you hear me?
No.
No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
Come back. Come back.
Henry, come on. Come on, wake up.
I need somebody. My brother...
I need a nurse. I need...
He... He opened his eyes.
I saw it. He...
I'm going to go talk to the doctor,
and he'll talk to you.
Come on, Henry.
Henry wake up, pretty please.
Henry.
It's me and Franny.
We know you can hear us, and we're here.
Sorry.
Henry?
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Henry.
Henry.
Franny?
Yes.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm so sorry.
You need to keep your eyes open.
Oh, excuse me.
- Yes, dear?
- Have you seen a guy
with a guitar case?
Sorry, I haven't.
I finally realized how hungry I am.
You want some?
Mmm.
Franny, no. No.
That is so, so bad for you.
I know.
I am a hypocrite, the worst kind.
Franny.
He's gonna be fine.
Hey.
Hey.
Can I buy a ticket inside?
Right inside there.
I wrote something...
Hi, one, please.
Show's sold out.
- In fact, I've only
played it for two people.
I started it in new York
for someone I met there.
This one was a new experience for me.
It's not finished, and I...
I wasn't gonna play it tonight,
but for some reason...
Last show.
And, okay, I'll just...
I'm gonna get it over with now.
- Oh, that's too bad.
It's real nice up there.
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