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I don't want to disappear

Shit.

Shit. Shit.

Oh, shit.

- We have enough bagels for everybody. - It's a small space, but...

Nine different kinds.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my goodness, Bess. Have you been robbed?

I told you girls a thousand times to let me install the extra lock.

No, no. Everything's okay. We weren't robbed. I'm sorry about the mess.

Obviously, I wasn't expecting company. I just lost my notebook.

- The one that I write all my songs in. - In the refrigerator?

How many times have I found your reading glasses in the medicine cabinet?

- True. - Nice digs. So much character.

When it's tidy it looks much bigger.

No, no, no. When they're married, they'll have so much more space,

and then they can watch Marie Kondo and clear clutter and find joy.

Bess, why don't you put some pants on and come join us for our bagel brunch.

Yes. We have nine different kinds of smears.

Schmears.

- It's smears, baba. It's smears. - No, it's schme... schmear.

-Schm... -Smear is a verb. Schmear is a noun.

I saw this on Jeopardy! Hodgepodge for 1,000.

We have pineapple coconut.

You know, Mama G, I'm so sorry, but I have to get to work.

So, I better, you know...

Sorry.

Close the door. Yeah.

- Okay, come, come. Come, everybody. - Everybody, please.

Who wants what?

He gets you. You guys are perfect together.

Aren't you glad you came around?

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry I... flashed your brunch party.

Highlight of their day.

Boo, I could fight with my sister all day long, but the idea of hurting you...

Unbearable.

Blueberry schmear.

Blueberries boost creativity.

- Thanks, Mama G. - Ma, can you just...

- Okay, beta. - Be out in a minute.

Just giving her something to eat. She said she needed inspiration.

- We'll come out in a minute. - Okay, but antioxidants...

Bye.

I started to write a new song yesterday on the train ride back,

and I thought I put my lyric book in my backpack.

Boo, the MTA can take your lyrics, but they can't take your spirit.

- Do you remember any of the song? - Like, four words.

And Jeremy has a connection to a record label,

and he's gonna have an A&R guy hear me,

and I can sing five songs, but I only have four.

You have so many great songs.

Yeah, but I wrote 'em so long ago. Just, it's not who I am right now.

Don't worry, Bess. The good ideas knock again.

Hello, I'm Louie King, the King of Broadway.

Do theater ghosts truly exist?

David Belasco built the famous Belasco Theatre

and is sometimes seen sitting in the audience.

The strange thing is he's been dead since 1931.

On me, Phil. Thank you.

Judy Garland's ghost is often seen at the Palace Theatre

in a special door that was built in the orchestra pit for her entrances.

The theater leaves the ghost light on for Judy every night.

It's too many details. That's what I'm trying to say.

They say God is in the details, Phil. That's what they say.

What's a ghost light, you ask?

It's a tradition of leaving the light on when a theater is empty

so that ghosts whose lives felt unfinished can return and perform on.

Are you getting all of this?

Hey, folks. There's some stratus clouds up there.

Phil!

I bet my last thermometer that we're gonna have some rain on the way.

Phil, I'm at the climax of a legend.

This is Phil Munchin with today's weather forecast.

Phil, this is not a weather vlog.

Your vlog is boring. That's what I'm trying to say.

- I'm not boring. - Your vlog is.

How could you say that?

Just give me the camera. I'll do it myself. Let go. Let go.

I don't want to disappear

I don't want to disappear

Won't you see me? I'm still here

I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone was here. I can shut the door.

Don't shut the door.

I thought a spirit was talking to me through the walls.

Did you say, "Won't you see me?"

I'm still here

That's really good.

Granddad, you cannot just wander off like that.

- Sorry. We will let you get back to work. - I'm helping her.

- He was, actually. - See?

Well, he is a poet.

S�. Around the house.

- He's my favorite writer. - He doesn't read much.

When I got dumped on his lap, he got a job as a janitor at the library.

I wanted him to have his dreams.

The truth is he didn't so I could.

Do you know what you fight for? What you fight for

It's so catchy. It's been hit 11 times already.

- Excuse me? - Come on, Granddad.

Eleven people have watched the music video on the line. He checks every five minutes.

Not every... Not every five minutes. I'm trying to track the progress, so...

- You know what? I'm sorry. I have to go. - But you just got here.

I know. I'm sorry. I just... I have to go.

Here's the evidence.

Louie, I think you owe Phil an apology. He's been very patient.

Phil owes me an apology. Phil said I was boring.

That's a direct quote. I was talking about ghost lights.

We love ghost lights. Don't we, Bess?

- What's a ghost light? - Exhibit A.

That's why my vlog is important.

Storm warnings are equally important.

-I think Louie was trying to... -I don't think this discussion is about

whether storm warnings are more important than ghost lights.

I think it's about mutual respect.

Not now, Zack.

- Bess, you have 17 hits on your video. - Not now, Louie.

- Only 17? - That's not very many.

That's barely any. That's what I'm trying to say.

It's a start. You have to start somewhere.

- Exactly. - Louie was feeling...

So let's start with you apologizing to Phil for breaking his camera.

Phil, if you can't take a bump on the chin now and again,

then you shouldn't be in showbiz.

Well...

Why are you here?

Why am I here? Louie called me. He was really upset.

And when he's upset, he can't work it out for himself?

He needed me, and I came.

Right. That's the pattern from your childhood.

I'm not the one with the problem here.

Louie will meet your expectations.

If you think he can't solve his problems on his own, he won't.

Well, I felt that everybody was siding with Phil.

Phil was being cruel, and Louie was just trying to defend himself.

That's not the way we defend ourselves here. Louie's an adult.

He is, and he isn't.

He never will be if you keep coming to his rescue.

I'm not going to ignore his calls.

You are actually preventing him from bonding with his roommates

by inserting yourself into every challenging moment.

Inserting myself? He's my brother!

Yeah, well, this will take over your life if you let it.

You'll start deferring your own dreams. You're too young to live a half life.

Bess, if Louie's gonna find his way in the world,

you can't pick up every time he calls.

You don't get it! You just don't get it.

What if this is the time that someone steals his wallet or he gets lost

or someone kicks the shit out of him?

'Cause I've seen that too.

I am gonna pick up every time he calls.

He's not gonna get hurt. Not on my watch.

Help me.

Please.

What if I leave the light on

So the dark has a friend?

If the ghost light is burning

We'll invite something in

Let the dark free your secrets

That you keep swallowing

Let her borrow my voice now

What if darkness could sing

Boo!

What I wouldn't give If for just one night

I could shine so you would see me

But all I've ever been Is the absence of the light

I don't shine

No one sees me

Ella?

There you are.

Okay.

How do I finish it?

No one sees me

So won't you, you, you?

Won't you, you, you?

The high is only 63.

Phil, we're rolling. Turn down the TV.

Hello, I'm Louie King, the King of Broadway,

reporting from the Schaller House at 888 34th Street in Murray Hill.

Today I'm gonna be performing both parts in Hamilton's "Aaron Burr, Sir."

Hit it, Ted.

New York City Pardon me. Are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends. Who's asking? Oh, well, sure, sir

I'm Alexander Hamilton I'm at your service, sir

I have been looking for you I'm getting nervous...

Louie! I can't hear the weather report. I'm sure Ted and Zack are also annoyed.

I actually prefer Hamilton to weather patterns.

I concur, sir.

Phil is just jealous.

Quit talking about me. I didn't sign a release.

Phil and I have a very Burr-Hamilton-like relationship,

but perhaps I can convince him to come do the duet with me

so you guys can see how it's traditionally staged.

Phil!

What did I miss?

There's eight minutes left, and I'm pretty sure it's just all of this couch.

I love this vlog so much.

- I think it's really good for him. - Yeah.

Okay, how's this?

Great, if you wanna look like an eccentric aunt who teaches watercolors.

- It's yours. - I know. Sometimes I wanna look like that.

I can't.

I wonder if Phil will do the duet.

Your video just broke the 3,000 mark.

Hey.

-Hi. -Hi.

- You can't... - Okay. Sorry.

I only have ten pieces, and I have to make 'em take up 20 pieces' worth of space.

Sushi's perfect. She's gonna love it. She's gonna give it a record deal.

I got sushi.

- Sushi for a professional. - I hope she's hungry.

Oh, my God. Benny, you're the best!

Benny boy, I don't understand how you even got all these meetings.

I mean, one of them is with a huge record label, right?

Yeah. Through Jeremy.

And Tuesday is through a Lyft passenger.

And then we got a music lawyer on Thursday, and two up-and-coming A&R folk,

one through Saint C's and the other one through my uncle's cousin's sister's ex.

- Damn, dude. You are on it! - Yeah.

I hate to say it, but I have a good feeling.

What if I leave the light on

So the dark has a friend?

If the ghost light is burning

We'll invite something in

Let the dark free your secrets

That you keep swallowing

Let her borrow my voice...

I don't need to hear anymore.

That was...

You're really good.

I mean, you have, like, a timeless quality about you.

You know, I think we could make some really great stuff together.

What do you think?

Yeah, I mean... Yeah, yeah.

You've got a really great voice.

But you're just a voice.

Imagine when you're singing songs by a real songwriter.

You like to dance You like to dance too

Into my door

Dancing for you You like to dance, hey!

Hey, maybe this is one of those "real songwriters" she's talking about.

It sounds like a ringtone.

Yeah. It's... Pathetic.

You know, maybe we should start with a different song.

I'm coming back like I was before

Standing at the open door

Watch me as I walk right through

No more running

I'm coming back to you

That was... fun.

It was just a little...

You know...

But great, just...

darling.

Tell me that you understand Why I'm crying again

Tell me that we'll figure it out

Tell me that you'll tell the truth

I will do the same for you

I know we'll figure it out

So if you don't want to see me leave

Could you please tell me?

- Whoa. - Same.

So amazing.

I can def see you at Coachella. But not main stage.

Exactly. Like, I see it. I hear it. I'm there.

Thank you.

So... what is next?

Before we pitch you to our boss, we should figure out what genre you are.

I was thinking, like, definitely blues.

Definitely. Or, like, rock.

Indie?

But also pop.

- Happy? - But sad too.

Okay. Indie, pop, happy, sad is a great start.

Totally universal.

Okay, we have to get lunch for our boss,

but we should stay in touch about what genre you are.

Dance is my lung

I like to dance You like to dance too

Dance is my lung

Dance, dance, dance

Dance is my lung

Dance is my lung

Did she say "dance is my lung"?

Dance, dance...

Dance is my lung

Dance, dance

Why?

Dance is my lung

So I have not met

Who I will be

But on your mark, set Ready, watch me

I don't know anything

I don't know anything

I don't know anything Anything, anything yet

That was cool.

You got talent. And you're a songwriter. Not many people can say that.

I can't wait to hear a real singer performing your songs.

Well, we just have to make this last one count.

Come on in.

I'm barely brave enough To keep breathing

But I believe in love

There is enough

So ask for more to fill you up Nobody's keeping score

Do you know what you fight for?

What you fight for?

I want more love

That was beautiful.

- Thank you. - Yeah, you've got an authentic sound.

It's been quite a while since I've seen someone so impressive.

- Really? - Yeah. Come, sit.

You've got the voice. You've got the writing.

You've got "it," whatever that means.

I'd love to work with you.

But...

I have no idea what to do with you.

I don't know how to market you.

I don't know what genre you'd be in.

Which is a shame because...

because you're so special.

But I don't know who you are.

Or where your music would get... get played.

Well... best of luck.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey. Don't worry about it.

Get your hands off me.

Okay. I'm just trying to be a nice guy here.

You're not a nice guy.

I got you this meeting.

You know, I honestly believe

if I met you at a different time under a different circumstance...

you'd still be a dick.

I mean, what were we thinking?

We have horrible luck together. It couldn't be worse.

Now that is not true.

You could always feel worse.

We okay?

We okay.

I...

I don't know. I just...

You make the...

You make the bad days okay.

That sounds like a song.

That sounds like a bad song.

Like, right up there with "Dance Is My Lung."

You like to dance too

No. Don't.

You like...

That's my favorite part.

You like to dance too

Dance is my lung

Dance is my lung

Oh, my God.

You okay?

Dad?

Dad. Dad.

What I wouldn't give

Dad, it's Bess.

What are you doing here?

Dad. I'm gonna take you home. Come on.

- Get outta here. - Come on.

No. Leave me alone.

Dad.

Dad!

Get the hell outta here! Leave me alone.

Is the absence of the light

Dad. Dad!

I don't shine

No one sees me

Dad!

So won't you?

- Bess... - No. No, no, no. No!

No.

No.

So won't you?

So won't you?

So won't you?

What I wouldn't give

If for just one night

I could shine

So you'd see me

All I've ever been

Is the absence of the light

I don't shine

No one sees me

So won't you?

So won't you?

So won't you?

So won't you?