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There's too much choice and not enough
time to fall.

Aiming for your head to get down.

You're the only one in town.

Some people take on more responsibility
than they should.

I know, because I'm one of those people.

Example one, the simple task of putting
together a band for the music

collective. Don't forget, meeting today,
second half of lunch.

Battle of the band?

Yeah, yeah, I got it. What's going on?
You guys forming a band?

Trying to.

Whose idea was that?

It's compulsory, part of our music
practice.

Okay, so Matt, you'll do drums, edge?

Basic time.

Okay, what about keyboard?

Anna, didn't you say you'd done some
piano? Yeah, Mary had a little lamb.

No, that's cool. Yeah, we can work with
that. Taking responsibility means you're

the list writer, the delegator, the
dictator.

There's a grave risk of being labelled
the bossy one.

Bass, guitar, we still need a singer.

I can sing.

I mean, if no one else wants to.

Well, you guys have heard me before,
right?

Yeah, same place we heard Heath, in the
shower.

So, Heath and I will sing together.

All right, we'll back up vocals then.

Fly, Anna, I'd rather do that than carry
Edge's gear around.

All right, well, let's decide on the
lead vocals once we know what style

after. I reckon we should do something
of our own, like something original,

because the other bands will be doing
covers.

Well, I know that's what Joe's band's
doing. But we don't have a lot of time,

though. I'll get started this hour,
though. It can't be that hard to write a

song. Yeah, Edge has got a point. Better
to come up with something original.

I'll help. Yeah, sure. Okay, sounds
good. Why don't you put something

fast and we'll take a look at it.
Sometimes you get lucky, though.

And everyone comes round in the end.

How much time is this going to take up?
I hope it doesn't eat into your training

time. Example two.

Your dad's giving your coach a hard
time.

You try to stay out of it, but...
Unbelievable.

What?

Baraband board ride.

They're insisting on hosting the Top of
the Wave comp again this year. They

hosted it last year. I thought we agreed
that each club would take turns from

north to south. We did.

Reason being, local surfers have an
unfair advantage. Of course, because

know the breaks on their own beach. Come
on, you lot.

Hey, Beck, nothing personal with your
dad, all right?

It's just that I lobbied council about
this comp last year and his club's going

back on their word.

When your family's involved, you can't
help feeling responsible.

Top of the way board road is coming.

They're determined to have their own
way. He's not getting away with this.

I'm off it, Neil.

First you insist your club hosts the
event two years in a row.

Now you're changing the name, claiming
the whole ownership of the event.

Yeah, I understand.

Look, the comp belongs to all the clubs,
not just Barraban.

If you keep this up, you'll be competing
against yourselves.

Bec, sorry, I know this is probably a
little bit awkward. Oh, it's cool.

I'm just trying to stay out of it.

Yeah.

Good. That's probably for the best. So I
stayed out of it and put all my energy

into wrangling everyone for the band. I
was walking down the street.

I was walking down the street.

What do you think? It's not bad.

It's good.

But... This first line, I was walking
down the street. I mean, what is that?

It's the line in the song.

Yeah, but every second song starts with
I was walking down the street. Name one.

I can't think of any off the top of my
head, but I know it's not a good line.

Righto. Let's come up with something
better.

But we better hurry, because they're
already rehearsing the chorus.

Which wasn't going that bad, if you
don't mind a few creative differences.

I like it. I don't. Why not? I don't
know. It's the lyrics.

I don't believe them. You don't have to
believe them. Just sing them.

Okay, let's go from the top, but this
time, Fly and Anna, you come in with the

ooh -oohs. Ready?

One, two, three.

Maybe we can't find a way.

You know I need you here to stay.

To make this moment last forever.

Stop. Fly.

Anna's on. Ooh.

You're on.

Just that bit with the girls come in.
Ready? One, two, three.

And make this moment last forever.

Things were going okay until Joe saw
someone had

graffitied the carnival banner and
renamed it the Blue Water Comp.

Of course, Joe went straight home and
told Dad.

This time you've gone too far.

Sorry?

That sign cost a lot of money, and by
defacing it, someone has broken the law.

Hang on, what sign? Don't play games
with me, Simo. Dad, you can't come in

and start accusing people without
actually knowing. That sign over there

beach, someone's graffitied all over it.
Well, it wasn't me. No, probably it

wasn't, but it's pretty obvious that
it's someone from the Blue Water Club.

You haven't got any proof of that, mate.
If people are stupid in this sort of

behaviour, you can take it as a measure
of how strongly they feel. I don't care

how strongly they feel.

If this happens again, I won't be
talking to you about it.

I'll be talking to the police.

When your dad starts threatening your
coach, that's when staying out of things

is not an option anymore.

You reckon Zuma did it? I doubt it. No,
but he's pretty cut up about the whole

thing. So are lots of people.

Imagine Zuma sneaking around after dark,
like a phantom graffiti vander.

No, you're right, he would.

This is so stupid. The carnival was
meant to be fun. It was meant to bring

people together.

Yeah. But it's not. But it should.

It could.

We're going to have to make it work.

In fact, I think I have an idea.

Joe!

How's Dad?

He's still pretty ticked off.

Why is he being so stubborn about this?

He reckons Barrowman can run things
better than blue water. This inter -club

rivalry is pathetic and it's been going
on for years. Isn't it time they stopped

it?

Can't you just talk to him? I mean, tell
him to back down?

Why can't you?

Because he won't listen to me. If he
won't listen to you, why is he going to

listen to me? Because you're part of the
Barra Band Club.

Look, I'll cut you a deal. You talk to
Dad, convince him to let Blue Water host

the contest, and I'll throw the biggest
party you've ever seen.

Live bands, food, the lot.

Yeah, right. How are you guys going to
pay for that?

Sponsorship. Dollar Blue will kick in
the money.

All we need to do is get everyone
together to chill out.

And Dad and Simo aren't going to do it,
so it's up to us.

Which band are you going to get to play?

It depends who'll do the gig.

I'll talk to the old man, okay? But I
can't promise anything.

Thank you.

Get off.

Get off.

A little bribery can go a long way,
planted in the right hand.

Salute.

Meal.

Come on, girls.

Let's get out there and get Flora
running for her money.

Apparently a lot of the kids are feeling
pretty strongly about having the

contest at Blue Water Beach this year.

Apparently.

And this dispute between the clubs isn't
doing anyone any good. Couldn't agree

more.

So I've had a chat to the members, and
in order to end this dispute, we've

decided to invite Blue Water to host the
contest this year.

That's good.

That's great.

Dad!

What's happening?

Well, I, uh, I hear...

You're having a party.

We are?

Well, according to Joe, and that would
be the drawcard for you to host it?

Is that so?

Yes.

Actually, I was just on my way over here
to talk to you about it. Good luck.

These things are very hard to pull off,
but have fun.

Perhaps this was the first moment I got
the feeling I'd made a bigger promise

than I'd realised.

Yes, of course. No, we understand that.

Okay, thank you very much. Bye.

We got sponsorship.

Fantastic. Sold, we were going to
provide tents, presentation venue, food

drinks, advertising and trophies.

What about the band?

Uh, no, they wouldn't come with a band
idea.

Why not?

Well, they just weren't prepared to
stretch it that far.

Come on, you've got to admit, they've
been pretty generous.

Everyone's expecting a band.

Well, everyone will have to forget about
the band.

Come on, a stack of CDs and Simmo's
ghetto blasters should keep a Saturday

afternoon sports crowd pretty happy.

Now we had trouble.

I thought you said solar blue agreed.

The money ran out at that point. Maybe
we can get a DJ.

Joe sold all of our band guys on the
idea we were having a band.

If we don't have one, it'll look like we
lied to get the competition back at our

beach. Well, what are we supposed to do?

Maybe we could do the gig ourselves.

Us? We haven't even had a single
rehearsal yet. So, we've got time.

We'll need to pull it together fast, but
I reckon we can do it. One song, maybe

two, but we won't be able to fill a
whole night.

Half an hour, that's all we need. We can
mix CDs for the rest of the party. At

least people will get a live band as
promised.

I reckon we can do it.

Yeah. Okay, but this song that Edge has
written, and no offence, I don't really

like it.

Why? Is it because you're not on lead
vocals?

Guys! No, because it doesn't work. Guys,
if we agree to do this, we won't have

time to do original stuff anyway.

There's no way Edge can write ten songs
in time. I agree.

So we can do covers.

You all up for it?

Mm -hmm. Okay.

Give me some ideas and I'll write them
down.

Hey, Anna.

Do you think Fly knows when she's
singing off -key? She doesn't seem to.

maybe you should, you know, tell her.
I'm not telling her. But someone has to.

Well, it's not going to be me.

Okay, we have a problem.

Fly can't sing to save herself. Oh, come
on, Perry.

She's right. She is a little off -key.
Well, I've never noticed. Well, you're

not standing next to her.

Heath, she's throwing me off. Give her a
chance. She'll get it. You watch.

But she didn't get it, even though they
practised and practised.

And so did everyone else.

The more we practiced, the more we
thought you wouldn't be able to tell.

But it just made the problem stand out
even worse.

Until we had no time left.

Suddenly it was Saturday, the day of the
carnival.

Everything

seemed

to be going well.

Not that you could tell Dad. He was
watching Simmo like a hawk.

Pretty good set -up you got here.

I suppose being the only club with
sponsorship, you'd have, well, more

spend.

Well, Dollar Blue have been very
generous.

Well, here we've got some entertainment.

Yep.

Should be good, eh?

How did I end up in heat with you? Just
bad luck, mate, that's all. Bad luck for

you.

And

that's a nice

final wave for Bex Anderson, bringing
her points to 8 .5.

Nice work.

Who's playing tonight? It's a surprise.

Well, have you booked anyone or not?
Yeah.

Why can't you just say who it is?

It's okay, I'll tell you.

Our band's playing.

What?

The deal was that you were hiring a
professional band to play this gig.

Yeah, but the sponsorship money didn't
quite cover it, so... Well, you should

have checked it out before you started
making promises you can't keep. Joe, our

band sounds good.

How could it? You've been together five
minutes.

Yeah, but we've been practicing heat.

You better be good, babe, because if
it's not...

No one's going to hang out at
frontcourt.

And that's when I started to feel the
pressure, which is probably why I

putting the pressure on everyone else.

OK, band practice, half an hour, don't
forget.

Yeah, he'll be at rehearsals, I'll be in
the finals.

Finals don't start for another couple of
hours, so I want to see you in the club

ready to play by 12 .30.

Righto.

Not the microphone, that's the problem.
It's fly.

Oh, come on, guys, give her a break.

She's doing the best she can.

Heath, she's tone deaf.

She's not that bad.

Yes, she is.

You said she'd get there and she hasn't.
Well, do you think anyone's going to

notice? Yes, I do.

If we go up there tonight with fly on
backup vocals, we're going to sound

terrible. What do you think?

What, do we kick her out of the band?

No.

But someone needs to tell her that she
can't sing.

How do you do that?

How do you tell a friend they're ruining
the show?

No one gets past this door, okay?

You can't. We've just had to keep
practicing.

Okay.

Let's go from the top.

We've got less than one hour.

I look at the sunrise.

It's good, but we really need to tighten
it up. No, the drums are too loud. The

jamming is out.

What do you want me to do, turn them
down?

My mic's not working properly. What's
wrong with it?

None of us knew that Perry had decided
to deal with Fly's singing problem

herself.

Fly, it's not on.

It's not on because you can't sing.

I'll talk to Mr. Blackstone, see if we
can get you some extra percussion.

Don't bother.

Yeah, nice work, guys. Well done.

I didn't think she'd get that upset.

Yeah, well, you thought wrong.

You've lost Fly. You've lost me, Sam.

Hey, hang on.

Fly.

Fly, wait up.

Don't let Perry get you down. You know
she just wants to be center stage. I

didn't even want to be in the band in
the first place. Fly, stop.

I've got to get ready for my step.

Don't let this get in the way of good
school. You know what someone says?

You cut up about something?

Heath.

Heath!

Heath, you can't do this!

Well, I am, babe.

But we can't do this gig without you!

Very seems, Kay. Why don't you give her
the job?

That's impossible, and you know it!

We've only got six hours till we go on.
Yeah, well, it's not my problem, Bec.

This whole thing was about bringing
everybody together. It was meant to be

But if people can't get past their egos,
then I don't want anything to do with

this. Just brilliant.

We'd lost Fly and now we'd lost Heath.

And without Heath, the band was
hopeless.

Rye took out all her hurt and
frustration on the way.

And gave such a good show, he scored
Simmo a few more points against Dad.

And that's an 8 .5 for Fiona Watson,
putting her into the lead of the girls

under 16. Although Dad just couldn't
help himself.

He was still winding Simmo up wherever
he could.

Not a bad effort.

Yeah, a fly's a tough little competitor.

Yeah, it's going to be interesting to
see how she goes against Lisa Bradbury

the final.

This is pretty hard to beat.

I've been having a look at your
timetable.

When Barraband hosts a contest, we
normally have the awards ceremony after

barbecue. Yeah?

Well, it's just that there's a lot to
organise before the ceremony, that's all

I'm saying.

Still, if you reckon you're onto it,
you'll be fine.

But I still had to find a band, and I
wasn't going to give up. I had one last

idea. It meant swallowing my pride, but
at this stage, I had nothing to lose.

I have a favour to ask. Then tell me.

Who told you?

Anna.

Mate, you've really stuffed up this
time. No, and you just can't wait to rub

in, can you? Well, what do you want me
to do?

Take our place.

I thought that your band could play and
set it out.

What's this about you quitting the band?

Well, I'm not hanging around after the
way they treated you. They can't do

tonight's gig without you.

Oh, they should have thought of that
before they turfed you out.

They didn't turf me out, Heath.

I know I was upset, but you know what?
They're right. I can't sing to save

myself.

I know it. You know it. Everyone knows
it. I sound like a dying cow.

Well, I still think it was a low act.

It was the way they said it.

Well, let's face it.

There's no nice way of telling someone
that they're singing voices up.

You can't let them down, Hay.

Come on.

I've lost my enthusiasm.

But if you don't, the party will be
afloat.

And Blue Water Surf Club will look like
they can't even run the event.

We can't give Barbara no reason to take
the context away.

Can we?

Good night.

I just got a call from the trophy shop
and there's been a big stuff -up and

can't get the trophies here until after
eight. Which means we have to push the

whole presentation back.

After eight?

That's... That's unacceptable. Let me
call them.

Anything wrong?

No.

No, everything's fine.

Bec!

Why,

I reckon I'm being a bit over the top
with all this.

So, um, you want me to do tonight?

I will.

Oh, man.

What was I going to tell Joe?

No, Bec, no way.

You gave us the gig.

I've organised the boys, the equipment.
Yeah, I know. I'm not actually taking

the gig away. Well, I'm doing you a
favour here. Yeah, I know. Will you just

shut up and listen?

OK.

Your band has two things ours doesn't.

An extra guitar and the equipment to
play electronica. But our band has got a

bass guitar and drums, which, to be
honest, Jo, would make you guys sound a

better.

I mean, the whole point of throwing this
party was to put a stop to this stupid

infighting between clubs.

So why not put our two bands together
and show the old boys how it's actually

done?

Okay, can we please run through this
once for Joe and Jarby? We don't have

time.

Stop, stop, you came in too late.

No, you guys are out. You're two beats
too early.

What? You come in on the fourth, not the
second. No, I don't... Matt, can we

just give it a go?

Come on, guys, I'm ready.

The odds were terrible.

Two bands playing together a song only
one of them knew. A hall filled with

everyone I'd ever met in my life.

Most of them Baraband servers who wanted
to see us fail.

It didn't get any worse.

A couple of people have already been
complaining.

Why? I'm up to find out who's playing.

Do you really want to do this?

We'll have the bands on stage so we've
got to.

We could get crucified out there.

Joe, it's half an hour. It's not going
to kill you.

Let's go.

This was going to be the longest half
hour of my life, so we hope you enjoy it

I look at the sunrise,

I look at the sun.

I look into your eyes, don't know where
to turn.

I'm going to drift into that void, I'm
flying through space, I'm an asteroid.

Time doesn't take place when you're
paranoid.

I'm thinking about you, and nothing
else. Thinking about you, thinking about

Thinking about you, thinking about me.

Thinking about you.

Where are the trophies?

I don't know.

I don't think anyone's going to worry
about it. Do you?

No. I guess not.

What about sound?

Brilliant.

A bit loud, though.

It'd be hard to hold a conversation.

Why don't we go to Baraband and have a
quiet drink?

Yeah.

That'd be good.

Your shout.

Sometimes you try to take responsibility
for everything.

And despite your best efforts, you push
things a little too far and people end

up getting hurt.

Sometimes, though, you get lucky and
things pan out anyway.

I don't know how it happened this time,
but I wasn't complaining.

And from what I could see, no one else
was either.

Ain't no place I'd rather be. La tra -di
-da, la tra -di -da, la tra -di -da.

There's too much choice and not enough
time.