The Beat Beneath My Feet Page #3

Great. And plates.

Okay.

Knives and forks.

Sure.

You want a couple of chairs.

- Why don't you just come up here?

- Okay.

Nice work. You don't actually

wanna have dinner with her, do you?

No.No.You were in

here with the guitar... Go.

For what we are about to receive

may the Lord make us truly thankful.

I don't think I've ever heard

anyone say that in real life.

Is this alright for you?

Yeah.I...

It's chewy.

I feel like I'm burning

energy just chewing it.

It must be better than all those

ready meals for one.

...it's nice to be sitting here...

...together, eating.

We don't usually do this.

I tried when you were younger.

But your dad was

always out late, so...

...it didn't really happen.

Perhaps I'm sometimes a bit too

quick to judge people.

I think he's lonely down there.

Just needs a bit of love.

- Mum!

- God's love.

Hi.

She wants to make you walk.

I just wondered...

- ...if you'd like to...

- No, no, no.

Wasp.

...come out for a coffee...

if you've nothing better to do.

No.

No, no, I've

nothing better to do.

The thing about wasps, sometimes when you

wave at them they just get more stubborn.

- I hope this wasn't too far.

- No, I need to walk more.

I did try to warn you.

Fantastic.

That's, that's really come on.

Gemma, I think we're gonna lose your pum-pums.

They're not really working, are they?

I thought they

were sounding okay.

I didn't.

- What do you think?

- It's unique...

...and I love Gemma's pum-pums.

Might you be joining us?

The male section could do with beefing up.

This is Steve.

He's moved in below us.

The neighbour from hell.

Can I have a quick word, please?

- Why have you brought him here?

- Because...

...he's new to the area and he

doesn't seem to have any friends.

- Just be careful, okay?

- Look, I know you mean well but just...

So, are you gonna

come to our charity gig?

Yeah, definitely. I'll be there

in the mosh pit, going for it.

Alright.

Goodbye, ladies.

You have a nice evening.

Bye, Steve.

Lovely.

- I don't think Jonah likes me very much.

- He's just jealous.

Tom.

Are you coming to school next

week or are you being a bad boy again?

- No, I'll be there.

- Cool.

See you there.

Oh, why didn't you introduce me?

It's like being in a

Jane Austen novel.

Youth is wasted on the young.

I bet it wasn't wasted on you.

Why is it so dark in here?

Well, yeah,

because I have a headache.

- What's going on with you and that girl?

- Nothing.

I see. She is kind of cute and

she does seem into you.

- You don't think it's like you and my mum?

- How's that?

They both just feel sorry for us.

You should play on it.

She trusts you. You could take me

to the Battle of the Bands next weekend.

If you're gonna play that thing,

you're gonna have to do it in front of an audience.

An audience...

...is a multi-headed monster...

...with a thousand sharp fangs

ready to stab you in any second.

But you are

gonna tame the beast.

You're gonna make it love you.

Alright, we're on the main stage,

it's Saturday night, in Reading.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is

the moment you've all been waiting for.

Multiple Grammy

winning platinum award selling...

...artist of the year, Tom.

He had a dream

A path to the stars

A promised land

Writing songs

Living the dream And knocking

down walls with his guitar

Writing songs of freedom

Melodies dreaming wherever you are

Hearing songs for freedom

Melodies streaming like a rising star

Glistening

High above

And I'm rising

sky above Moon rising

He had a dream

It seemed to be real

Telling the world

Writing songs

City of stone and promise of hope

Close to gold

Then he woke

High above

And I'm rising sky above Moon rising

Don't wake me up

Don't wake me up

Don't wake me up

Making my way to

the promised land

Don't wake me up

Making my way to

the promised land

Don't wake me up

Making my way to

the promised land

Don't wake me up

Making my way to

the promised land

You just played

a sold out arena.

Now this gig next weekend's

gonna be a walk in the park. Now get going.

Leave the guitar.

I...

...I got you something.

It's a bit silly but

I thought it might...

...you know...

- What is that?

- It's electronic. Helps you cut down...

...if you want to.

That's not too bad.

- Wanna try?

- I haven't smoked in years.

My teenage rebellion.

The thrill of keeping something

secret from your boring parents.

Yeah, but now you're the boring

parent with a teenager.

Sometimes my passwords get

thrown right back at me.

Yeah.

Have you got children?

A son.

I had a son.

He died.

Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry.

If you don't

want to talk about it...

You should know.

He drowned in my pool because

I wasn't looking after him.

He was 3 years old.

3 years, 10 months, 7 days and...

I should have been watching.

The really horrible

part of it is that...

...you know, whenever

I... I think of him, I...

...I hate myself, so...

...I try not to

think about him.

So, she trusts you?

I don't know.

You'd have to ask her.

You have to take me to this

battle next week. But she can't know.

- I'm not gonna lie to her, Tom.

- Your whole life is a lie.

- Yeah, I like her.

- She's my mum.

She hates the music.

Then we will just have to find some way

to make her realise that the music...

...it's not as bad as some of the other

stuff you've been doing to yourself.

Let's just play.

Go ahead.

This is good.

Really, really good.

Can you record on this?

I can't hide

I've been running all my life

With each disguise

A little piece of us dies

We can't hide

From the truth that's inside

All our lives

Trapped and denied

Prisoner

Prisoner

That sounded...

...great.

That is the track.

Rock 'n' roll, baby!

How dare you!

I know this looks bad but you

need to take a step back.

Step back?!

You gave my son drugs.

- He took it.

- He is completely out of it.

He could have fallen off the roof.

What were doing up there?

I teach him guitar.

He's a musician.

It's...

that's all he cares about.

He can't even sing in

the church choir!

He can sing. He can play.

- Writes his own music.

- I don't care. He is not going down that path.

You can't treat him like a child forever.

He's a teenager.

You are in no position to talk

to me about raising children!

Now just stay away from Tom!

And stay away from me!

Your Mum is right. I'm not the sort of

person you should be hanging out with.

What are you listening to?

Are you okay, Tom?

I can't play music any more.

The guy who was teaching me.

He's gone.

- You can find someone else.

- Not like him.

Is that the guy

I saw you with in the park?

I thought that was your dad.

He used to be famous.

He did look kind of cool.

You ever hear of

a band called Nothing?

A huge US band in the nineties.

Kind of thrash/grunge.

- Is that a video?

- Yeah.

- Let's see it, then?

- It's very rough.

You and the movie guy.

You two rock.

- I'm sending myself your song.

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