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Previously on Party of Five ...

Beto: I keep thinking how you said that

in your family money equals love

and I think on some level you believe it.

Well my dad offered me diamond studs

and a trip to Fiji to break up with you.

I told him he can go to hell.

Teresa: May I see the warrant, please?

-Officer: Can you identify yourself? -Teresa Sullivan.

I'm with Dream for Justice.

Lucia: Just the fact that people like her even exist blows my mind.

Matthew: Who's Amanda Davis? Is she a friend?

Valentina: No. I just like that name.

I kinda think I'm more of an Amanda.

Hi. I'm Amanda Davis.

-Emilio: How many shows? -In Hamburg, we are gonna play Kaiserkeller.

Where The Beatles played?

No chance we can just sneak you

in and out of the country in a guitar case?

What, and miss this?

Natalia: I write poetry.

Poems didn't do anything for me in school.

I love music. That's kind of a poetry. Right?

Yeah. It is.

[muffled rock music playing]

Uh, could you not. That's for Kal. He gets super dehydrated.

Right. Sorry.

You're missing their big finish. "Drive Away."

"My future is clearer with you in the rear view mirror."

Ah, chills!

Yeah well. I wrote that one.

-You did? -Mm-hmm.

-I thought that Kal-- -No, no, no, no. That was me.

I used to be their lead singer.

No way.

Well, what happened?

Well, I'm-- I'm more of a solo artist these days...

Well, the Natural Disasters are about to blow up so...

Hope your solo thing works out.

[cheering]

That was insane!

That guitar solo. Amazing!

[laughter]

You guys crushed it out there.

Dude!

-Emilio! -Look who is it!

Dude, how you been?!

We missed you in Europe.

-Hey, man. -Hey, bro.

You woulda loved Norway.

-Blondes as far as the eye can see. -Oh yeah?

Did Lane tell you about almost getting arrested?

All dudes on Thursday nights.

We could go straight back to Steph's place.

Woman: Asshole!

-Uh, wait, sorry. -Making me wait backstage.

Can't have you making the other girls jealous.

[laughs]

Hey Kal. Kal!

I wanna introduce you to Milo.

Hey, man.

[girl laughs]

-Uh, thanks for comin' out. -Yeah.

Buddy of yours?

No. You know, man, Emilio?

Right! Right, Emilio!

What's up, dude?

Guess I'm the new you!

[laughs]

♪♪♪

I just don't get it, you know. I'm likable.

Some might even say lovable.

This one time in 5th grade, this kid tried to bully me and by the end of the day

I had him telling me about how his mom's foot surgery was affecting his grades.

How 'bout this one?

It depends on what time you're meeting Ella's dad.

If it's 1994, that's perfect.

I think the problem is less your tie

and more your existence.

We've been dating for more than a month now.

And this guy's still trying to get her to dump me.

Based off of one totally screwed up first impression.

-But if I turn things around... -By going behind her back?

Ella says she doesn't care if her dad likes me.

But Ella doesn't see how much easier life would be

if he and I got along.

How 'bout this?

[clears throat] Good morning, sir.

I'm here to talk to you about...

somebody very close to my heart.

Um, her name, sir, is... your daughter.

Hello? My name is Lucía Acosta with Dream for Justice.

I'm sorry to disturb you this evening,

but I'm calling to enlist your support.

Teresa: No.

Don't apologize. You want to disturb them.

Disturbing them is what's gonna get them to give money.

-Mmm. -Keep going.

Our organization is targeting nine detention facilities

in the state of California.

What? No?

We're not just targeting.

We're filing a class action suit.

A class action suit! To end the appalling conditions

that detainees are routinely subjected to.

To which detainees are routinely subjected to.

Don't worry about grammar.

Are you aware, ma'am, that detainees are consistently

denied access to healthcare,

drinkable water, even toiletries.

Here's where you mention...

Pedro Balbuena. A father of three who died in custody

after being denied his diabetes medication.

Good. Also...

Estrella Machuca. 22.

Who was made to sleep on a concrete floor for weeks

while pregnant with twins.

One of whom was a stillbirth.

[sighs]

God, these stories make me feel so...

I shouldn't come across as angry.

If you do you do.

You aren't selling car insurance, Lucía.

You are selling people the opportunity

to help right a terrible injustice.

That requires passion.

Which you have plenty of.

Of which you have plenty.

[sighs heavily]

[cans rattling]

Has it come to this? You going through our trash?

I had this line for a poem I wrote down on a napkin.

And then Val cleaned up the kitchen.

Which was really nice, but she threw it out.

And of course, I can't remember it.

How was the show?

Ah, they're great.

Yeah, the guy they got to replace me, Kal. He's, uh...

He's also great.

You know, good stage presence.

So you hate him?

Yeah, he's a total douchebag

who acts like he owns the band.

Oh-oh and apparently,

some producer's gonna pay for studio time,

so they can record an EP.

Which means once they do...

That's the band.

Kal's the front man.

You can do some solo stuff.

Or find new people.

No, no. Those guys, they're my people.

It's happening again.

Another bus is driving off. People I love leaving me behind.

It's a tour bus, but still...

I'm just standing there.

Watching them go.

Hey. This it?

♪♪♪

What about at Brianna's? She has that great rec room.

I told you! We can't practice here.

Yes. Still.

Wait a sec. I'm opening the door

so you can hear what I'm dealing with.

Crazy right! The kitchen remodel is taking forever!

And my parents aren't allowing me to have anyone over.

It is such a bummer.

Okay. Tell me what Brianna has to say. 'Kay, bye!

Who are you yelling at?

Um, someone from my dance class.

Lot of drama.

Do you have practice today?

I was thinking of bringing Rafa by to watch you.

What?

No! Um, we're not ready to perform in front of anyone yet.

Val, he's one.

He doesn't care how tight your moves are.

Do you let people hear your poems before you're finished writing them?

[laughs] You remember we duct taped

every pillow in the house to soundproof that garage?

Yeah, including your mom's velvet pillow.

That got shredded when your dad used his remote in the door.

It was a solid demo up to that point.

It was.

So, what songs are you guys gonna record?

We're still deciding. Right now it's, um...

"Half Past Out," "Drive Away." "Bedhead," of course.

-So, my songs. -[scoffs] Well...

Yeah, I--

And Kal's gonna sing them?

The guy's got a rock star complex

and he hasn't even cut an EP yet.

Look, dude. This isn't how any of us wanted it to go

but what were we supposed to do?

We had to replace you.

Well... what if I came back?

How?

Don't you have the same two full-time jobs you had before?

And I gave up everything to do them.

Every part of my own life.

But I think that that was more than I needed to do.

I mean, it doesn't have to be all or nothing.

We've been friends since the fourth grade.

You wanna record your first record with me?

Or with a guy you've been playing with for a month?

[sighs]

How long's it been since you played?

[classical music playing]

Is Ella okay?

Oh, she's fine, Mr. Barnett.

Sir, I was hoping I could have a few minutes of your time.

I got three minutes before my first meeting. You can have two.

[car alarm chirps]

Sir, you and I got off on the wrong foot.

I crossed a line at your party,

and for that, I apologize, but...

I think if you got to know me

you'd see that I have seven qualities that--

Look, kid...

I make hundreds of decisions every day.

I assess something's worth in micro seconds. It's a skill.

So I feel confident in my assessment of you.

Based on one time?

Based on the effect you're having on my daughter.

I don't know where she is most nights.

Every conversation with her is like warfare.

Her grades are down, and...

God knows her mother is absolutely no help.

This girl needs special minding.

And you're not making it any better.

Well, maybe I could.

I'm not great at school, but...

I'm actually a very responsible kid.

Prove it.

By making sure she's occasionally home for dinner.

In bed before 2:00 a.m.

That she's going to class. That she's pulled up her grades.

You want my respect? You're gonna have to earn it.

Yes. I will, sir.

I won't disappoint you. Thank you for your time.

♪♪♪

Hello? My name is Lucía Acosta. I'm calling on behalf of--

Oh. Uh, I didn't mean to disturb your dinner...

At 4:00 p.m?

At detention facilities across the--

[shouting]: Detention facilities!

Sir, can I ask you to put your dog in another room?

There's the case of Pedro Balbuena.

Also Estrella Machuca...

Who's denied access to shampoo.

Father of three... It is an outrage!

I'm so glad you agree.

We'd be happy with whatever you're able to give.

[groans]

[guitar music playing]

I just spent three hours on the phone

and raised $87 and 75 cents.

Hey, does this sound right to you?

Who doesn't, like, round up?

My calluses are gone.

I told Sully she could count on me

to help raise money for this lawsuit.

At this rate, I'm not gonna bring in enough

to cover ink for the printer.

I can't remember the last time my fingers hurt to play guitar.

-What? -What?

How do people raise lots of money at once?

Um, celebrity softball?

Sexy car wash?

[scoffs]

Look, you gotta give them a reason to show up.

Then, you take their money.

Hey. Remember your senior year when you played

the high school fundraiser to get new bleachers for the gym?

Oh, yeah. Hmm. Our first real gig.

How much money did you raise that night?

Way more than they needed.

Ended up raising enough to redo the whole sound system.

♪♪♪

Give 'em a reason to show up, huh?

[chattering]

[hammering]

Which one's Emilio? I wanted to thank him.

But this was my idea.

For facilitating your good idea.

I'm prepared to give you 100% of the credit.

What you've pulled off here is amazing.

Uh, can I be honest?

I'm not sure I know what I'm doing.

Hey Luce, how do you want these chairs arranged?

A semi-circle with four sections split by three aisles.

[band chattering]

That's Emilio.

How is it we never gigged here before?

The acoustics aren't bad.

My dad would have never allowed it. [laughs]

You don't remember Javier wearing those

noise-canceling headphones whenever we

rehearsed in their back yard?

-[laughter] -I bet you he'd be proud of you now though, huh?

♪♪♪

Emcee: And they're not paying me anything!

[laughter]

Emcee: But we're raising $6,527.

That's our goal tonight, people.

-Yeah. Yeah. -[clapping and cheering]

That's one dollar for every detainee

in the state of California.

Now, what we're gonna experience tonight,

as we enjoy these overpriced nachos and beer...

[laughter]

Every penny going to the cause.

Thank you, Acosta family.

[cheering and clapping]

Is some major alchemy.

People that have turned their pain and rage into art.

Despair into song.

Let's all be alchemists too. Yeah!

All it takes is for you to hand over

those crumpled bills in your pocket.

That dented piece of plastic

over to someone wearing a DFJ t-shirt.

That money becomes justice

for our brothers and sisters behinds bars.

Let's do it, huh? Yeah!

That's right, whoo!

[cheering and clapping]

First up, a master of Son Jarocho.

He's been playin' since he was five, so he better be good.

[laughter]

Xoco Moraza!

[cheering and clapping]

♪♪♪

Uh, I can do veggie just not vegan. Is that okay?

You could have given me a heads up that you were gonna invite Avery.

-I didn't invite her. -What's she doing here?

Mmm. She said she's in the restorative justice team at her school.

Maybe these are her people?

Should I go talk to her?

Hey, you asked me

to stay out of your personal life.

And I am. I learned my lesson.

Seriously? The one time I could use a push.

I think I might need something stronger.

Don't you do open mics all the time?

Yes, and it's always terrifying.

How about you?

I've got butterflies.

It's less about them and more about the guys.

Hey, we need some more drink wrist bands for the door.

[inaudible]

♪♪♪

[cheering and clapping]

Amanda? Amanda!

Emcee: Here to sing a song about the fear and bravery of migration,

L.A's own Las Cafeteras.

Kelly, um, what are you doing here?

My dad's a lawyer for the ACLU.

We have to take a pic for the troupe Insta.

Brianna is gonna flip! What are you doing here?

Uh...

Val? Shirley Temple for Valentina.

Um, I'll make sure she gets it.

♪♪♪

[singing in Spanish]

Then I see that Avery posted a photo from a party

at my boyfriend's restaurant.

-Why didn't you tell me? -I'm sorry.

Are you still mad at me for ordering that stupid lobster?

I thought we got past that.

-We did. -Okay, then what is it?

Are you embarrassed of me?

Being white. That's it. Isn't it?

No, no, God no.

It's just I didn't--

I didn't want you to feel like you had to give money.

Or that you weren't allowed to.

Because last time you offered to pay, I got mad.

So I just thought I'd avoid the whole thing and not say anything.

So you didn't want me to feel obligated and at the same time

didn't want me to feel left out?

Exactly.

Well, that's just incredibly...

Sweet.

And you're completely forgiven.

I am? Great. That's great.

Well, I gotta--

Oh! You gotta get back to work. I get that. Um...

Do you want me to take these to the front?

Thanks.

[speaking in Spanish]

But I am management, sort of. My family owns the place.

Well, excuse my vigilance.

But are you aware that minimum wage violations in the restaurant industry

exceed 15 billion dollars a year?

Hey, hey, hey. Stand down.

Allison. This is Lucía.

She organized this whole evening.

Lucía Acosta. Allison Morales.

-Nice to meet you. -You'll have to forgive Allison.

She'll have you boycotting yourself

by the end of the night.

I'm remembering now. You took the video in the parking lot.

I was just lucky to be there that day.

Well not lucky. I mean, lucky to meet Sully.

You organize this whole night?

-95 percent. -Well, we're lucky to have you on board.

I'm sure your story will be very powerful.

-I look forward to hearing it. -Oh, my story?

You're on the program, aren't you?

Well no. Actually, I'm not.

Oh. Okay.

Well, I just thought you, of all people, would have something to say.

Oh. I--

[speaking in Spanish]

I'm lovin' this scene, man.

Pretty impressive, huh?

-All these activist women? -Mm-hmm.

Anyone you want me to steer clear of?

What? No. No...

[Spanish continues]

[clapping]

Whoo!

Actually. Maybe not her.

Let's hear it for Natalia Rivera.

All right. Don't mess with the babysitter.

[clapping]

Emcee: Now you know, I gotta tell you guys about the water bottles

and t-shirts over at the merch table.

So how did I do?

-You did great. -Just incredible.

-Hi. I'm Kelly. -Nice to meet you. I'm Natalia.

Natalia is my babysitter.

Kelly: Well, that explains it!

So great you came out to support her.

Amanda and I dance together.

Do you mind getting a picture of us?

-That's okay. -Amanda. Come on.

Okay. Smile.

You too, Amanda.

♪♪♪

There's been a bit of a last-minute addition to the program.

The Natural Disasters were supposed to be up next.

But if it's all right with you guys...?

She says if she doesn't do it now,

she might chicken out.

Please welcome the organizer of this event:

Lucía Acosta.

[clapping]

[clears throat]

Uh. So...

Well, um...

I didn't prepare anything.

Sully's been teaching me how to solicit donations using a script.

[scoffs] Even though I suck at it.

I liked working off of something that's proven to work.

The people's stories in those scripts...

I trust them more than my own story.

Because...

I'm not sure my family suffered enough...

to give me the right to speak for people who suffered more.

I don't live, day to day, with the terrible not knowing

how it's all gonna turn out for my parents.

They're gone.

They're in Mexico.

Learning how to live with their broken hearts.

In 10 years, they can apply to return.

I'll be 26 years old before there's even a possibility

of them walking through those doors again.

I think about all the moments they're gonna miss.

My baby brother's first steps for sure.

My little sister's graduation.

Because we won't have new memories with them,

I try to hold on to the old ones

as tightly as I can.

I was remembering how my father shaved every morning.

No matter what.

Weekends. Vacations. Even when he was sick.

He used to sit me on the counter,

so I could watch him use his gleaming straight razor.

The detention center...

was the first time I ever saw him with stubble.

And when I went to kiss him, his cheek next to mine,

it felt like a stranger's.

And stupidly, I said something.

And the next time, there he was.

From a distance, his old self, clean shaven.

But up close...

his face was raw.

Covered in tiny cuts.

He laughed it off and said he couldn't find a mirror.

But these past few weeks,

learning about the conditions in these places,

I realized that... he was lying.

There was probably one dull disposable razor

that made the rounds from cell to cell.

From father to father.

Each man afraid of his children not recognizing him.

Every man ashamed...

of appearing to be just a creature in a cage,

deprived of every necessity that allows us to feel human.

It's on purpose, of course.

There aren't supply shortages or inadequate funds.

Cruelty is the point.

Withholding anything that allows people to feel cared for,

or understood is the point.

So that's the fight.

It's not the biggest fight. It's not the ultimate fight.

But it's tonight's fight.

Please give what you can.

Thank you.

[cheering and applause]

And now, please welcome my brother Emilio and his band,

The Natural Disasters!

[clapping and cheering]

You ready? Come on.

Come on.

Emilio: We'll be ready in a minute, guys.

Good job.

-Really? -Oh, absolutely.

For starters.

[guitar tuning]

Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting another pat on the back?

'Cause...

that's not really my forte.

So, what's next?

What are you gonna do for an encore?

Emilio: Okay, ready, guys?

Hi.

So, uh, we're The Natural Disasters.

[clapping and cheering]

[rock music playing]

[Ella cheering]

♪ My hair is standing straight up ♪

♪ I got tangled in your sheet ♪

♪ I have to shower in the morning, yeah ♪

♪ I just want to feel that heat ♪

[music fades]

♪ 'Cause there's no better bedhead ♪

♪ Than the bedhead that I get ♪

♪ From lying next to you ♪

♪ From lying close to you ♪

[feedback]

[music abruptly stops]

Milo!

Why do you say we take a five-minute break.

Give everybody a chance to buy some eats. Raffle tickets.

Emilio. Emilio. What the hell?

Didn't feel right.

-What didn't? -The place. The song.

-This is your place. -I know! I just--

What were you thinking?!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry.

Wait! You're sorry?!

You invited us to play here.

And then you just bail on us?!

Man: Hey. Hey!

Lay off him, man.

-Who's talkin' to you? -It's okay.

Bathroom's that way.

He didn't wanna play your stupid song. So what?

Oh. Our song's stupid?

Yeah. No one wants to hear

"Wonderwall" at a time like this.

Leave it alone, Micah.

That song is called "Bedhead" and he wrote it.

Bedhead?! We're talking about people's suffering.

And you go play that bullshit?!

He suffered too and he can sing what he wants.

Hey, back off, Micah!

His family was dragged away

in crates, like animals.

Just let it go, guero.

What the hell did you call me?

[women screaming]

Hey, hey.

Emilio: Hey! Hey!

Hey, that's enough!

[indistinct arguing]

Get off me!

Hey, hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!

-Micah, Micah! -Man: Don't touch me!

It's not a party until something gets broken, right?

Break it up! Break it up!

Emilio: Micah! Stop!

Man: Coming through. Police officers.

Man 2: Hello, excuse me!

We need to get everyone who's undocumented out.

Officers coming through!

Okay, people. I need everybody to take a few steps back.

We got word of a disturbance?

No. No. Everything's okay, officers.

Yeah, well... what happened to your eye, son?

Who did that?

There was a... a minor disagreement.

That worked itself out, sir.

Yeah, I don't have no problems

with nobody, officers.

Okay, you don't want to file any charges?

No, sir. No, like he said, we're all, uh, we're all friends here.

Be that as it may, I'm gonna need to get

everyone's names for the incident report.

Who's the owner of this establishment?

I am.

I'm gonna need to see some I.D.

Yes, sir.

Go get Sully.

Uh, is there a problem? Officer?

Don't, Lucía.

What's with the phone?

Doesn't need to be a problem for me to ask for his I.D.

That's not true, officer.

I'm sorry. Who is this?

Don't.

You're not making an arrest.

There are no charges being filed.

So, do you have a warrant?

I don't need a warrant.

We're responding to a call.

In California, a person cannot be arrested for not being able

to provide identification when detained by a police officer.

Hold on... Nobody's getting detained.

-No one is getting arrested. -Teresa: Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm sorry, officers. My name is Teresa Sullivan.

Our organization is having a fundraiser tonight.

-And we are happy to comply. -I, bu--

Step aside, Lucía.

Step aside. Put the phone away.

So you carded everybody here before you served them tonight.

Absolutely. Nobody got a wristband who didn't show I.D.

Officer 2: Is that so?

All right, well. We're gonna make sure

you haven't served any minors tonight.

You're good with that or, uh...

You wanna call my C.O. to report me?

Beto: Mr. Barnett? Beto Acosta.

Uh... Ella's in a bit of a situation.

The cops are here at my parent's restaurant.

Yeah, she might need your help.

You look like you've had a few? You have an I.D.?

You're a long way from Missouri, Ms. Cooper.

Call me Maggie. I came for college.

UCLA.

Officer 2: Let me see that. What's your address?

Ella: 43 Westchester Road. Rogersville, Missouri.

65742.

Go Wildcats.

-Officer 2: You have a ride home? -Ella: Yes, I do.

Thank you for your concern, officer.

I. D. s?

♪♪♪

Yo. Emilio.

Hey, Oscar. Have you seen the band?

I was gonna help them pack up.

Yeah, I think they just left.

What?

Hey!

♪♪♪

[Ella coughing]

I'll go get her a ginger ale.

Yeah. Thanks.

Look. You're about to be very, very mad at me.

-But in my defense-- -You called my dad?!

Well, I didn't know you had a fake I.D.

I thought you were gonna get arrested.

Or Emilio might get arrested.

Why couldn't you have maybe called my mom?!

Everything's so much easier with her.

[car door slams]

Mr. Barnett, I'm so sorry.

-Ella. Get in the-- -Dad. Stop. I-- it's okay.

How much did you give her to drink?

-I didn't give her anyth-- -No, it's not his fault, Dad!

-Sir, I can explain. -Explain what?

My 16-year-old daughter, drunk, puking in the gutter,

after having been served alcohol in your family's establishment?

How you gonna spin that?

-Ella. Let's go. -No, stop...

You want me to call the cops back?

Let them know you're underage?

[chuckles wryly]

Sir, it was a fundraiser and Ella found out.

Not from me. I didn't invite her.

I actually encouraged her to stay home.

I'm doing everything you asked.

You don't get points for trying, Beto.

You failed.

♪♪♪

Matthew: I brought you two ginger ales.

Oh, thanks, Matthew.

If you don't want 'em, I can take 'em back.

But since it's open, I'd have to pour it out.

So I'd probably just drink it myself.

To not waste it.

Do you drink ginger ale a lot?

-Avery: Um... -Matthew: I don't.

Why do I get the feeling you're avoiding me?

Because I'm avoiding you.

Just me or the cleanup out front, too?

The volunteers aren't mad

at the plug getting pulled an hour early?

They'd be madder if...

we hadn't reached our goal.

-What? -That's huge.

And that's thanks to you.

Maybe it would have been more

if I hadn't antagonized the police.

You were just following my example.

You used a script of mine that didn't apply.

It was a rookie mistake.

Yeah, well... you're a rookie.

You gotta start somewhere. And you did.

Tonight. Using your own words.

Allison said it wasn't enough to just tell my story.

I need to do more. Speak up in other ways.

That's how Allison motivates.

The thing you want most from her, she withholds.

So you have to work extra hard to get it.

You said it yourself, deprivation is an effective weapon.

She's used it on me plenty.

But you don't do that.

Withhold.

I'm more of a... nurturer, I guess.

Oh. I do better with encouragement.

Lucía...

to encourage someone, means to give them courage.

I think you already have all the courage you need.

Really? You do?

Yeah.

Emilio just texted. He's okay. He'll be home soon.

Scary those cops coming in tonight, huh?

I know you've been through that before.

Once one bad thing happens to you,

every bad thing seems possible. Doesn't it?

And then those horrible headlines.

The pictures in the front page tell you that...

bad things are happening to people like you every single day.

People with families like yours.

With names like yours.

Does being an Amanda feel safer than being a Valentina?

'Cause I will totally get that.

That's it.

Exactly.

You're smiling. You never smile.

I smile all the time.

Inwardly.

So, it went well with Avery?

Oh, no. It went horribly.

I don't know that I've ever had a conversation go worse, actually.

Not one ounce of chemistry.

I'm pretty sure she faked a phone call to get away from me.

And that's a good thing?

I talked to her, Luce.

I moved my legs and I walked up to a girl and I flirted with her.

It was bad and clumsy and embarrassing.

But, now I know I could do it.

Well, hey. To horrible, terrifying failures

that turn out okay.

I can tell there's something good coming.

And I feel ready for it. You know what I mean?

[inaudible]

Natalia: How long have you been out here?

I've been waiting to tell you.

There's something going on with Val

that I think you should know about.

Can it wait, like, five minutes?

-I'm just trying to call the band. -Yeah. Of course.

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Micah's phone's always dead. Ya know?

That's probably why he hasn't called me back.

But I texted Lane and Asher too and...

Voicemail: Your call has been forwarded...

Well, they're probably just out getting wasted.

What are you gonna say when you connect with them?

Uh, well. Um...

First, I'd apologize.

You know, it was shitty of me to walk off like that.

I mean, shouldn't we be able to overcome a moment

where a song didn't feel right?

We've overcome far worse.

What?

No, no. You're thinking something. Say it.

Maybe your reaction, and their reaction to your reaction...

says the band's run its course.

You don't understand.

I mean, aside from my family,

these are the longest relationships I've had.

And... being on that stage with those guys,

is the only time that I felt like I was where I was meant to be.

I mean, I spent the past few months just...

just wanting to get that feeling back.

You know, being apart of something, being...

being good at something.

Even if I have that, or-or even the possibility of that,

I could handle all of the things.

All the responsibilities that I never asked for.

All the stuff I...

I suck at.

I need it to work out with them.

Because what do I have if it doesn't?

You should go to sleep. Try again in the morning.

No, no, they'll...

They'll pick up at some point.

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