Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance With Somebody Page #3

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It's too slow. It's too slow.

Cissy.

Cissy. Cissy.

Let's pick it up. Pick it up.

Clean

And suddenly my world

Is gonna change its face

But I know

I know where I'm going

Whoo!

And I have had my mind

Spun around

And around in space

Yet I've watched it growing

I know you're listening

Lord

So won't you please

Try not to make it hard

To know I shouldn't believe

Everything

Everything that I see

Tell me

Should I try and stay

Or maybe I should run away

Would it be better

Better, better, better

Just to let things be?

Living here

In my brand-new world

It might be a fantasy, yes

Yeah, it could be

But it taught me to love

So I know that it's real

It's real

It's real to me

And I've learned

That we must

Look inside

To find

Yeah, we gotta find

A world full of love

Like yours, like

Like mine

Like home

Home

[AUDIENCE CHEERING, CLAPPING]

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, baby.

MERV:
You won't forget that name.

Whitney Houston.

[UPBEAT SONG PLAYING]

CLIVE:
What do you think?

No.

No.

I agree.

MAN:
Okay, this is Whitney Houston.

Take one.

A few stolen moments

Is all that we shared

No.

MAN:
This is Whitney Houston.

Oh, where do

Broken hearts go?

Can they find

Their way home?

Let's try this one.

MAN:
And cut it there.

Is that better?

Yeah, that's one word for it.

[CHUCKLES]

MAN:

Go again.

So I'm saving

All my love for you

[LAUGHING]

What? What? What happened?

It's the lyrics. They're just--

It was beautiful.

All right. Let's do it again.

Okay.

Okay, I'm serious.

["HOW WILL I KNOW" PLAYING]

How will I know

If he's thinking of me?

Maybe.

Maybe? Why?

How will I know

If he really loves me?

I say a prayer

With every heartbeat

You know?

I could do something with the chorus.

Go up a key, get more out of it.

Yeah, but that's not a reason to do a song.

It's got to have a hook.

A hook?

Yeah.

[SCOFFS]

I'll give it a hook.

[WHITNEY HOUSTON'S

"HOW WILL I KNOW" PLAYING]

There's a boy

I know

He's the one I dream of

Looks into

My eyes

Takes me to the clouds above

Mm-hm

Ooh, I lose control

Can't seem to get enough

Uh-huh

When I wake from dreaming

Tell me, is it really love?

WHITNEY:

So? How do I look?

Ridiculous.

I do not. Do I?

This is the look they want.

America's sweetheart.

And you're gonna give it to 'em.

Just watch me.

How will I know?

How will I know

If he really loves me?

I say a prayer

With every heartbeat

I fall in love

Whenever we meet

I'm asking you 'cause you

Know about these things

How will I know

If he's thinking of me?

[WHITNEY HOUSTON'S "YOU GIVE

GOOD LOVE" PLAYING ON RADIO]

[GASPS]

Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t.

Nip! Nip! Wake up!

Nip, wake the hell up!

Wake up, Nip!

What?

Nip, it's on! Listen!

[BOTH SCREAMING]

Oh, my God!

Wait, wait, wait!

This is big, right?

Big? What? This is huge.

Try huge! Oh, my God.

Hey. Hey, come work for me.

Huh?

Full-time.

Handle bookings, wardrobe, travel.

I don't know?

Find me a box of Fruity Pebbles or a Cap'n Crunch at 1 a.m. in the morning.

If you say "1 a.m.," you don't need to say "in the morning."

That's why I need you.

I want someone

I can trust completely.

You're the only one.

Yeah, well, you could trust me, but you can't afford me.

Well, okay, yeah.

You can't afford me.

Well, I'm getting you cheap, b*tch.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

Do your parents know?

Have you talked to them?

Your mom won't be happy.

She hates me.

We'll go see Daddy.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

Hello.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

It's gonna be okay.

JOHN:
Just booked us a couple's table.

Just me and you

and a nice bottle of--

Let's pick this up later on.

Nippy. You know better than

to come charging into a room

without knocking.

How do you do?

Barbara, this is my daughter,

Whitney.

Congratulations.

Your dad's told me

a great deal about you.

So pretty.

Bye.

Bye, Nippy.

Uh--

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

JOHN:

What's this about?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, Rob's gonna

come work for me full-time,

as my creative assistant.

Creative assistant?

Mm-hm.

Nice title.

You two have been spending

a lot of time together.

Sharing an apartment,

thick as thieves,

out everywhere, arm in arm.

And now you want

to officially work together.

Side by side,

in the public eye.

You always wear your hair

so short?

Uh...

Easier to manage.

"Easier to manage."

Miss Crawford,

let me tell you something.

Whitney is Daddy's girl.

Always was, always will be.

Nothing comes between us,

you understand?

Yeah. Yes, sir.

She's my princess,

and we're building

something here.

Something that you

will have no part in.

Now, here's what I want.

You want my blessing?

Hmm?

Go out on dates.

With young men.

Daddy, with boys?

Be seen in public

and photographed with young men.

Wait, Mr. Houston,

are you serious?

You don't ever have to ask me

that question again.

Well...

I'm not gonna do that, so...

Well...

...that tells me

just about everything

I need to know now then,

doesn't it?

Daddy...

You want me to approve

of you hiring this girl,

who has no experience

in management whatsoever? Hmm?

Do you have any experience

in personal management?

No.

Well then, you get out there,

baby girl.

You get out there,

and be seen with young men.

You hear? Go on.

JERMAINE:

If you say

My eyes are beautiful

If you say

My eyes are beautiful

If you say my eyes

My eyes are beautiful

It's because

It's because

They're looking

Chemistry with Jermaine.

At you

Watch your needles.

ROBYN:

You slept with

Jermaine Jackson.

You're just gonna sit here

and tell me

you slept

with Jermaine Jackson?

Rob!

Huh?

Rob, it's just a guy.

What, it's just a--

It's just a guy?

You know what, I don't know what

you're so upset about.

Just a guy!

We agreed we had to see guys.

We didn't agree to screw them!

Rob!

[SHATTERING]

Do you love him?

Do you?

He loves me, but I'm not sure.

Rob.

That's what it is?

I'm sorry.

It took you no damn time!

Rob, I'm not cleaning

this sh*t up. Robyn!

You know what? Fine.

Smash everything.

It's all crap anyway.

I hate you so much right now!

Yeah? Speak up,

Rob, I can't hear you.

And you know what?

You know what?

Hey, not the vacuum cleaner!

Are you crazy?

Yo, think about it. How are we

gonna clean this place up?

Sh*t, you crazy, Robyn.

You crazy.

Yeah?

So that's it?

Just like that?

I want a family.

A husband. Kids.

Faith and family.

I love you.

We love each other. Right?

Huh?

And the Bible says--

Oh, my God. The Bible!

No, no, no.

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