The Identical Page #2

"Please Lord,

never let me have any fun."

That's what I am, Dino. Besides...

I don't like beer.

More for me.

I like beer a lot.

Man! Are you listening to this?

Yeah.

Wow.

I ain't never heard

anything like it before.

How come we can't do music

like this back home?

In Tennessee, in your daddy's church?

Cat, you crazy.

I ain't talking about church, Dino.

I'm just talking about music.

She walk right in,

she walk right out

A PK is always the wildest at heart.

Baby baby

Don't you just walk by me

it's 1:
45 in the morning.

You been drinking, son?

No, sir.

Don't lie to me.

I ain't lying, Daddy.

You smell like smoke.

I wasn't smoking either.

Where you been?

At Dino's place.

Is that so?

I drove by Dino's when I

was out looking for you.

Must've just missed you.

I was at a roadhouse across County Line.

What?

Daddy, it ain't what you think.

A honky-tonk?

Well, I knew if I told you,

you'd never let me go.

You're underage!

And you're going into the ministry.

I went to listen to some music, Daddy.

What did I do that's so wrong?

You didn't tell me the truth,

that's what.

Dance, dance, dance, everybody now

Dance, dance, dance

Everybody's doing it

It's boogie-woogie rock and roll

Yeah

Yeah, that's a good song, cuz.

Yeah, man.

We need more guys though.

Well, we need more everything.

Man, we get some guys in here.

I'll sing the songs, write the songs.

You play the drums.

It's all I want to do.

Hey, you call the tune, I'll play it.

Let's do it.

Yeah, let's do it, oh!

Forty years.

Forty years wandering the desert.

Looking for a sign.

Praying for an answer,

a direction.

But sometimes...

God's answer to His children...

is wait.

Hey, what's the rush?

You're sure your daddy's okay with this?

Oh, yeah, man, I take

his car all the time.

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Oh no, he looks mad!

Get out! Get back here!

Get back here! Get back here!

You gotta get up, come on

You gotta get up, come on

Put on your dancin' feet

You gotta get up, come on

I've never seen anyone move like that.

He just don't care.

Now I grant you,

it was a tad odd on a first date

to visit a honky-tonk across the tracks.

But Ryan was unlike any

boy I had ever met.

Sweet and gentle, a gentleman

through and through.

When that music started,

it was like a fire erupted

in that heart of his.

You're so pretty in your face.

I was wondering if

you'd ever ask me out.

What took you so long, anyway?

I was afraid you'd say no.

Well, I didn't, did I?

No, you didn't.

Hey, girl, you can really do this.

Well, I should say

the same thing of you.

Where did a preacher's kid learn

to dance the way that you do?

Oh, well I don't know.

Something just happens

to me when I hear music.

You know, whatever it is,

it's a good thing, Ryan Wade.

Hey. You better keep them pipes warm.

This party's just getting started.

That was nice.

Maybe we can do this again sometime.

I would like that, Ryan Wade.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I

please have your attention.

For our next number,

we'd like to bring up

a very special guest.

Now it appears we have a

very talented young man

in our midst tonight.

And the rumor is dude

can really bring it on home.

Well, let's just see.

Please welcome the man with

all those dance moves,

Mr. Ryan Wade.

There are many accounts

of how, when, and where

rock n' roll was actually born.

Now I'm not saying they're

wrong or anything,

But I believe part of that birth

happened on this very night in

little old Lebanon, Tennessee.

Is this you?

We've got the tune from

Little Drummer Boy.

You lead, we'll follow.

Give me a song, Mr. Music Man

Want to hear your rockin' band

Play it loud,

don't you play it sweet

I got a feelin' in my feet

Boogie-woogie rock 'n roll

Guitar picking with a lot of soul

Everybody's doing it

It's boogie-woogie rock 'n roll

Boogie-woogie rock 'n roll

Guitar picking with a lot of soul

Call it whatever you like

It's boogie-woogie rock 'n roll

Dance, dance, dance, everybody now

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance, everybody now

Dance, dance, dance

Everybody's doing it

It's boogie-woogie rock 'n roll

Yeah

Boogie-woogie rock n' roll

Guitar pickin' with a lot of soul

Well, well, well, well.

Look at what we have here.

Wesley, I thought you said this was just

a grand theft auto call.

Son, you can either

go to jail or go home.

After talking to your daddy,

I'd choose jail.

Get that, punk.

This place is starting to match my mood.

Dark and stinky.

You smell that, Wesley?

That's hootie weed.

They're reefers.

Serving alcohol to minors...

and a preacher's boy,

bringing the devil music.

Get down off that stage, boy.

Get down off that stage!

Boy, you know we don't go

for that kind of music.

You understand me?

Do you understand me?

There ain't nothing

wrong with this music.

There ain't nothing wrong

with these people.

There seems to be a

little misunderstanding

of the law around here.

Are we clear?

Wesley, shut this place down!

Get out of here!

Now!

I had to give him the

taste of the back of my hand.

Did you now?

Yeah, I did.

He didn't like it too much either.

He almost came after me.

He did what?

He almost came after me.

Sir, this will be taken

care of, I promise you.

I don't know what he thinks about

bringing minors into a honky-tonk.

Just make sure it don't happen again.

I am truly sorry.

Sorry, buddy.

Get out of the car.

I said get out of the car.

Thank you, sheriff.

Y'all take care.

What do you think I should

preach on tomorrow?

Turn the other cheek?

Eye for an eye?

Why don't you preach the sermon for me?

Maybe sing a little song.

I didn't do anything...

You're lucky he didn't

throw you in jail, boy.

I didn't do anything wrong, Daddy.

Come on. You didn't do anything right!

I told you never to step

foot in that place again.

How's that for starters?

And you're dragging two

underage girls with you?

Mouthing off to the sheriff?

He's a redneck. And he's

picking on these people, Daddy.

I do know that!

But that's not your fight.

Not yet.

This little musical tour

of yours, it's over.

It's time for an apology tour,

starting with your mother

who's worried sick.

And tomorrow,

you're apologizing to the church,

most of whom have called

the house already tonight.

And on Monday, you and I

are driving to Nashville

and you're joining the army, boy.

You are my son, Ryan Wade,

and I love you more than

you will ever know.

But it's time for you to

grow up and be a man.

I wasn't sure if I would

ever see Ryan Wade again.

His daddy thought it was time for Ryan

to grow up and be a man.

And Uncle Sam set about the task

of turning Ryan Wade into that man.

She's lookin' so fine

in her high heel shoes

You better look out,

she'll give you the blues

You better think twice

when she walks your way

To be with her

there's a price to pay

Attention!

I don't believe what I'm seeing!

I have five vehicles down,

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