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Hey. You ready to go back to school today?

Ugh!

Maybe you ought to go for a run with me.

A physical activity might be good for...

Ugh!

♪♪

♪ Nail me to your self-righteous cross ♪

♪ Forgive me for what I've done ♪

♪ And what I am ♪

♪ Your wicked confidence is holes and lies ♪

♪ I may be a young woman ♪

♪ But some of us have eyes ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

♪ I'm crying out of frustration ♪

♪ You are such a lost cause ♪

♪ And it's such a waste ♪

♪ How can you forgive a wrong that wasn't done? ♪

♪ You have to be the only one ♪

♪ Who never was ♪

♪ Now I'm sifting through the insignificance ♪

♪ And I'm dying just to find ♪

♪ Redemption ♪

- ♪ La la la la ♪ -

- ♪ La la la la ♪ -

Oh, good. You like the cereal.

I wasn't sure.

Hey, I would really appreciate it

if we didn't text while we were eating.

Yes, sir, Captain Table Etiquette.

That's "Gunnery Sergeant Table Etiquette" to you.

It's been six years.

- And I still have to remind myself, don't set a place - for her at the table.

I didn't do it all through her chemo.

Maybe it's because I knew she was at the hospital.

But now, it's...

- Some days it just feels like I haven't talked to her - in a few hours, you know?

That's it. I'm done.

Who else experiences that?

Memories like dominoes.

I'd hear a song on the radio.

It would remind me of the drive-thru

the week before.

And that would remind me of Amy's favorite milkshake.

And suddenly I'm crying in the middle of a Best Buy,

making a big scene.

This morning, at the gas station,

bawling like a baby

'cause I entered the stupid...

debit card PIN number at the pump

instead of running the card as a credit.

She always hated that.

And that's why we share these stories.

I am not alone.

I am not alone.

- Hey, did you eat? - Can you knock?

-You hungry? -I'm on the phone.

Yeah, I can see that. You know, it's

a little late for the phone. Who you talking to?

Just because you married my mom, you think you get

to play dad?

Who are you talking to?

It's me, Mr. Donelson.

- Stephen Jansen. -

You met him at the wedding and the funeral and a million

other times.

Oh. Wooden plates.

-That's me. -Hi, Stephen.

Well, look. Um, don't make it too late, okay?

You're going back to school in the morning.

- Good night. -That was a little harsh,

- don't you think? - Whose side are you on?

It doesn't hurt to be nice, all I'm saying.

He doesn't care. He's stuck with me and he hates it.

I don't know why she even married him.

- A little birdie told me you might be going - away for a while.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Which little birdie?

Let's see. I think it was Ramirez.

Yeah, maybe.

How things going with Emma?

Don't ask.

Emma?

Emma?

Come on, we're late.

Sorry, I got tied up with...

Emma?

Everything okay?

It's John. He's going to be all upset

because you're driving me instead of him.

Well, win him over with kindness.

Hey, John. What's up?

What is the rule, Emma?

Nobody but you or somebody you trust drives me.

-Exactly. -Okay.

Well, someone else is driving you!

Wait. You... You don't trust Stephen?

No. It's... That's not the point.

- It's not that I don't... - I'm sorry.

I... I didn't mean to upset you. You're right.

We're fine. We're almost there.

Okay, look. It's not that I don't trust Stephen.

It's that you didn't ask my permission.

Okay? No riding with teenagers

and no riding with people that I haven't given you

my permission for.

But you're okay with Stephen?

No! I am not okay with Stephen.

Are you listening to what I'm saying?

I'm sorry.

Good.

I'll pick you up at dance practice.

Dance class, and I'm not going.

Why aren't you going to dance class?

Listen. Stephen can drive me.

I'm not going back to dance

because I'm not going back to dance.

What does it matter to you?

You're not my dad!

That's not really what I...

-Shh. -Okay.

It wasn't me.

I think it was Brinley and Bree.

They've been posting pictures on Instagram, like, all week.

Sorry. So sorry. Sorry.

Emma. Hi. If you need anything, uh,

don't hesitate to reach out, okay?

Hey!

Mr. Alcott, we will be more than happy...

-Hi. -To help Emma out with

anything that she missed.

We just want to help her in this trying time.

Thanks so much, girls. That's great.

You know, I think Emma can handle it.

Right, Emma?

Nonetheless, we're here for you.

Yeah, we're here for you.

Yeah.

Hm.

Mm-mm.

You know, I'm not really into burying the whole pig.

Up on the grill, it's off the ground, you know?

But it's... You're cooking it. It's hundreds of degrees.

Gunny. Do you care if the amazing pork you're eating

comes out of the ground or off his filthy, disgusting grill?

Captain.

Captain Dow, sir.

Gunny.

Walk with me.

You know, this thing never has any Kit Kats.

All I ever want is a Kit Kat.

Do you like Kit Kats, John?

Oh, yes, sir, I do.

They are absolutely delicious.

You know, in particular,

I love the American version.

Did you even know that there's an American

and international version of the Kit Kat candy bar?

No, sir, I did not.

See, the American version's a creamier milk chocolate.

Something I have a strong preference for.

And they're a bit smaller in size.

Now, I think the American size

is much more appealing.

Satisfying.

You know, it's a tactile thing.

Individual breaks,

the portion to the candy bar.

They are exactly the right size.

Also, the packaging is slightly different.

Color scheme, design, things like that.

Nonetheless, they both have that unique...

Kit Kat feel.

Gunnery Sergeant Longoria broke his stupid leg.

You're next in line, so you're going to Djibouti.

Uh, yes, sir.

Of course. Not a problem.

Now, John, I understand

the situation you're dealing with on the home front is...

It is what it is.

So, if you're not feeling up to it, you just say the word.

I'll send that weirdo Mortenson.

I appreciate that, sir.

Uh, but I'm next in line,

and... you can count on me.

Take the day to think about it.

You let me know if you change your mind.

I won't think anything less.

Thank you, sir.

Meantime, you don't know who we talk to

about getting some more Kit Kats in this thing, do you?

No, sir.

Dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Brinley posted a picture of my locker on Instagram.

And it already has over a hundred likes.

Who even knows that many people?

Could you hand me that, uh... that saw right there?

She'll find something else

to consume her life with by tomorrow.

Whoa. By the... Grab it by the handle.

I just don't want you to...

I don't want you to get hurt.

Whatever.

So, how's John?

How should I know?

How's it fair that I have to live with him?

He was only married to my mom for, like, four months.

And now I'm stuck with him.

Could you hand me that, uh, that glue up there really quick?

And he hates my dog.

Nobody hates your dog.

John does. He's all,

"Justin Timberlake? Like the congressman?"

He's clearly trying to make a joke.

Whatever. It's like he doesn't care about the

things that I care about.

So what if I named my dog that?

What does it matter?

There we go.

Perfect.

What do you think?

I mean, obviously without the clamps

it'll look a lot... a lot better.

I want to go live with my real dad.

Really?

I talked to him after my mom's funeral.

He said something about how hard custody exchanges are.

But I think he wants to do it over the summer

so I don't get pulled out of school.

And then I'll live with him in Riverside

for junior and senior year.

I mean, whatever.

He's a loser too, but at least he's, like,

biologically a loser.

You could live in my birdhouse.

I don't think I'll fit.

Well, I mean, I'd... I'd build you a bigger birdhouse.

So, the problem I'm having his this.

If I sell her car, am I betraying her memory?

- No. - No.

Hey, now, okay. Frank has a point.

There comes a time when we have to let go of the stuff.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Pictures and deeply personal objects aside,

we can't hold onto a closet full of clothes.

Or a trunk full of shoes.

More like a room full of shoes.

I got my orders today.

I'm being deployed.

I have a house full of my wife's stuff.

When I first got the orders, I thought, uh...

thank God.

Now I can get away from everything that

reminds me of her.

Well, all her stuff will still be there

when you get back.

And so will Emma.

Emma's your daughter?

Uh, my wife's daughter.

If you get deployed, what happens to her?

Look, it's not like I got a say in the matter.

- I've got my orders. - Look, I don't

care that you want it! You don't have it!

And you're not gonna get it by acting like a brat!

-I am on the phone. -Beverly.

Don't "Beverly" me.

She was my sister! I lost her too!

I cannot take care of her kid

on top of everything that is crawling all over me!

That is a priceless piece of art,

and it is sensitive to sound!

Can everyone please be quiet?

Hey, what about her father?

I know that you have an important job.

No matter what,

you cannot leave her in his care.

If there's anything that we know that Sarah

would not have wanted,

it would be for her daughter to be raised by that man.

You need to take a look at where your obligations most lie.

I got it.

Hey, hey.

Hey. Just for dinner.

You can last 30 minutes without your cell phone.

Thank you.

Hey, listen.

I was thinking maybe it would be a good idea

if you went back to dance class.

One, it's not a class.

Two, I don't dance anymore.

I have so many great memories of you dancing

and how happy it made your mom.

You guys were married for, like, a month.

What are you talking about?

Can I go live with my dad?

No.

Why not?

-Because. -Let's be honest.

This is not what you signed up for.

My dad's not that far away.

And you probably don't want me living with you

- for another two years. - That is not true.

Give me a good reason why not.

-Because. -Because you said so?

I'm not seven.

You're my responsibility.

I'm your burden.

I have a responsibility

to your mother to take care of you.

So you admit you don't even want me here.

That's not what I said.

Yes, it is. So you can have a free pass.

I don't have to be your responsibility anymore.

Look. You're gonna go back to dance class.

You're gonna follow my rules.

And you're gonna like it.

-Are you serious? -Yes.

I'm absolutely serious.

What about your job?

I'm quitting.

I want you to be my full-time job.

I'm serious. I want you to be my full-time job.

I want your mother to be proud of me.

You're going to quit?

Yeah. From now on, I'm gonna be a 24-hour dad.

You don't think you're overreacting?

No, I am not.

Well, maybe, but it's too late.

I've already made up my mind.

What are you going to do with your time?

Clip coupons and read magazines?

I don't know. Maybe I'll watch reality TV and figure it out.

But it's been decided. Okay?

You're gonna go back to school,

you're gonna get good grades,

and you're gonna follow my rules.

What do I get in exchange?

You get a roof over your head.

Nope.

What do you mean, "Nope"?

John, I do not want to live with you.

I want to live with my father.

Okay, we're gonna compromise.

You follow my rules, you go back to dance class,

blah blah blah, until summertime.

And if you're still unhappy,

you can go live with your dad.

Deal.

-Good. -Fine.

-Great. -All right.

You're excused.

And I'm taking you to school every day.

-No! -Yes.

- Gah! -

John?

Hey, by the way, I solved the ride to school issue.

Check out the driveway when you're done.

Oh, come on, Emma. This van's got everything.

It's got individual heated seats.

It's got A/C. When you pull the seats down, they all

go down to the floor.

-I don't care. -Sure you do.

Oh, here. I got you some lunch.

-What? -Your lunch.

I'm gonna make you lunch every day.

No. I don't want your bag lunch.

Come on. You'll love it.

I think you have a genuine misunderstanding

of who I am as a person.

What?

Where are we going?

Well, I know how important it is for you to ride to school

with your friend, so I'm gonna pick up Stephen.

What?

What what?

John!

Hey, what kind of music do you like?

I don't.

You don't like music.

If you pick up Stephen in this,

I will be so embarrassed.

Why? This van is amazing.

He'll hate it as much as I do.

Whoa.

-What? -Right?

An automatic door?

That's what I'm saying.

Sweet van.

Right?

Oh, my goodness.

TVs? -Yeah.

-Wow.

Watch whatever you want wherever we go.

And it's linked into my account,

so if there's anything you haven't seen,

we can get it.

Hey, what kind of music you listen to?

Uh, old school.

'70's Meat Loaf.

What?

Oh, my God, that's awesome.

'70's Meat Loaf. Do you hear that?

Stephen can come over for dinner any time.

Thanks for the ride, Mr. Donelson. Sweet van.

Thanks, man. Have a good day at school.

Hey, I got to run.

Hey, when's dance class done?

Rehearsal.

When can I pick you up?

Seriously? You're going to go through with this nonsense?

I could pick you up on my bike, if you'd like.

6:00.

Pick me up at 6:00.

Great. See you at 6:00.

Hey, your lunch.

Hey, Emma.

Was that your dad?

No. He married my mom.

Oh.

We are totally here for you.

Totally.

You know, Brin and I were thinking

about throwing a little party.

And we want you to come and teach us how to dance.

She would be so amazing at that.

You would be so amazing at that.

Will you think about it?

Um, sure. I guess.

-You're the best! -The best.

Are you sure about this?

Yes, sir.

Sir?

I got something for you.

Gunnery Sergeant John Donelson,

the service will truly miss you.

Thank you, sir.

- Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find - that weirdo Mortenson.

Okay. You good?

All right, cool. Let's run it.

Uh, but let's take it from... the arabesque.

Again. Again. Go back.

Go back. Again. Again.

Ah, go back. Let's go back.

Come on.

All right, all right. Stop. Stop.

I know the past couple months have been tough for you.

I'm fine.

I know you're fine.

I'm just saying I know the past couple months

have been tough for you.

But if you're gonna compete,

this isn't gonna cut it.

But you don't have to.

I feel like I'm nailing most of it.

You're nailing all of it.

Then what's the problem?

You're a robot.

There's no emotion.

It's like you're computer-generated.

Listen.

They don't just want to see a good routine.

They're not giving scholarships to

good routines.

They're giving scholarships to dancers.

You have to let them in.

You have to... You have to let them feel something.

Let them believe you.

- I'm trying. -But you're not, though.

It's okay. Let's run it again.

Okay? Eyes closed.

We'll run it with music.

Listen.

Pick something to feel and feel it.

Check this out. You know what the best part is?

Any of you ever seen "Star Wars"?

- Mm-hmm. -Watch this.

Look at that.

Let's take a minute to think about how each

of you identifies yourself.

Are you a husband who lost a wife?

Are you your job?

Do you have kids? Are you first and foremost a parent?

We're going to be talking about who we

identify ourselves as,

whether or not that's in line with who we want to be,

and how to bridge that gap.

So, today we're going to be potters.

And by becoming potters,

we'll learn a healthy technique that will help us to avoid

identifying ourselves as a victim,

and start identifying as someone with purpose.

I want to introduce a new counselor to the group.

Her name is Grace.

Hello.

I'm so glad you're all here.

Welcome.

So. How many of you

have ever molded this...

into anything you wanted it to be?

High school doesn't count.

Today is going to be a fun day for me.

And I hope it will be for all of you, too.

Hey. Uh, I got a question.

So, the guys are gonna throw you a retirement party.

You're cool with a retirement party, right?

You're cool if we have it in your garage?

You can show us some of those cool vases you've been making.

So, our party is Friday.

-We are so excited. -Okay.

We cannot wait to learn how to dance like you.

-Can't wait. -Okay.

Um, what kind of party is it?

Nothing. It's just a bunch of us girls.

We just want to learn, like, the dances that

you have to learn.

Yeah. We already know the dances you don't

have to learn.

Check it out.

Okay. Hey. Calm...

Sorry.

Stuff like that.

Okay. Um, what do I need to wear?

Whatever you can teach us to dance in.

You're a doll.

The best.

What was that all about?

I'm teaching them to dance.

Oh, at their party Friday?

It's just some girls.

Actually, it's a full party.

Everybody already knows about it.

Oh. Well...

- Could still be fun, right? - I mean, I guess.

It's not really your thing, but...

No, not really.

Hey. So, listen. My buddies

want to throw me a retirement party.

And they elected to do it here.

So, you get a chance to meet some of my friends.

Oh, joy.

Well, it's this Friday, anyway.

I have a thing this Friday.

A thing?

Yes.

What kind of thing?

A thing thing.

What?

I'm just listening.

I'm not trying to hide anything.

Oh, really?

It's a thing.

Like a group of girls are getting together

and I'm going to teach them how to dance.

It's nothing. Just a thing.

Well, that's very nice of you,

but are their parents gonna be there?

Yes.

What are their names?

Brinley and Bree.

No, no, no, the parents' names.

John!

Okay.

Well, how you gonna get there?

Well, I assumed you were going to give me a ride

in your beloved minivan,

since that's the only thing you like to do these days.

That and make a million clay pots.

Listen, first of all, if it's Friday, no can do,

because we're having company.

And as far as my pottery is concerned,

it's a healthy outlet for me, so leave me alone.

You won't let me drive, won't let me get rides,

and won't bring me to the only thing

I want to do because you want to talk about football

and laugh like dorks with your testosterone club?

Well, you could ride my bike.

It needs some air in the tires

and, you know, a little clean-up,

safety check, but it's a good bike.

Your bike?

Yeah.

I can ride your bike?

Of course.

You would let me ride your bike

to see my friends?

This is the moment.

It's the day I've waited for

my whole life.

I've been praying about this

since I was a little girl.

That one day you'd let me fix up your bike

and ride it to a party.

I thought it was a thing.

It's a nice bike.

Pick it up, Emma.

♪ And I'm out of sight ♪

♪ With one match to light ♪

♪ I can't give up ♪

You're behind, Emma.

♪ There is sweat on my brow and it's hard to breathe ♪

♪ And the fear of you haunts me ♪

♪ Getting hard to see ♪

♪ How ♪

It's fine. Keep going.

Are you okay?

Yeah, fine.

Why?

My alarm hasn't gone off yet.

Just want to get ready for tonight.

For your thing?

Yes.

What?

Nothing.

Did you see the flower I got for the minivan?

Yes.

Looks nice.

Thank you.

What do you think?

Well, I like it.

So, wish me luck. Hey, hey, hey, hold up.

Bike inspection.

Wow. That looks really good.

Haven't seen it look this good since the '80s.

You even cleaned and re-oiled the chain.

Where'd you learn how to do that?

The Internet.

No kidding?

What is that?

Hey, hey, hold up. I got something for you.

This is for when the sun goes down.

John!

I know. But look.

It's either this or me and the boys

jump in the van and we go down to your little thing

and we meet Brinley and Bree and her parents.

Hey, did you leave the address on the counter

like I asked you?

Yes. Can I leave now?

Please?

Yes.

And ride safe.

Hey, Emma, call me if you need me, okay?

Emma?

Call me if it's important, all right?

Hello.

Hey. What's going on?

Riding a bike.

Really?

Yeah. It's good exercise.

Uh, hey, you going to Brinley and Bree's thing tonight?

Yeah.

Oh, cool.

I was thinking about stopping by.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Okay. Cool.

Then I'll see you there.

Okay. See you there.

John, happy retirement, buddy!

Hey, buddy.

I'm not the first one here, am I?

- Of course you are. - Of course I am.

- What is this, guacamole? - Yeah, that's actually

Matty's famous jalapeno-heavy retirement guacamole.

What is this? This the legend on wheels?

Yes, it is. Step inside. Check it out.

Oh, dude, it still smells new.

Yeah. I Googled that new smell scent.

It's actually pretty easy to do.

What's with this flower?

Oh, I thought girls liked flowers.

Emma's not too hot on the minivan express.

Huh. I'm sorry.

Me too.

I mean, it is a minivan.

Shut up.

Hey. Congratulations.

You're doing the right thing. I'm really proud of you.

Thanks, buddy.

-Let's go party. -Let's do it.

Hey!

So, is it true?

Did you ride your bike here?

It's not mine, it's John's.

My stepdad's.

Well, why didn't you text us?

We could have, you know, picked you up.

Don't you have your own car, sweetie?

No. John won't let people pick me up, either.

He's the only one who can drive me anywhere.

Well, that's horrible.

Because of her mom.

Oh. Oh, of course.

♪♪

Hey, Erik.

Girls.

Hey, Emma.

Want me to throw you in the pool?

Um, my phone is in my bag.

I don't know what that means.

Don't throw me in the pool. My phone is in my bag.

All right.

Okay.

So, what's going on?

Emma's gonna teach us how to dance.

Yeah. And she rode her bike here.

So, we're trying to solve that.

That sucks.

Sorry.

Well, it's good to see you here.

Thanks.

You know, I saw you dance last year,

and I couldn't believe you were a freshman.

Cool.

Emma should start with Erik.

Oh, my good donut, that is totally what's happening.

Everybody clear the deck.

First lesson of the night.

Emma's first pupil, Erik Mendez!

Boys, move the furniture.

Everyone gather around the pool.

We're gonna watch Erik learn how to dance.

Tell us what you need, honey. Tell us what you need.

Um, play this music.

- Just AirPlay it, sweetie. - AirPlay. Whoa!

Okay. So, I was thinking that a really great dance

that's easy to learn for parties or whatever

- is the salsa. -♪♪

The Salsa!

-So cool! -What is salsa?

-Show us. -Show us the step.

Okay.

Okay. That's it.

Simple. Erik?

Uh, well, I mean, you're really good,

so I don't know if...

It's fine, I promise.

Just follow me.

-Okay. -Okay.

Uh, let's face this way.

Sorry. So they can learn it.

Uh, start with your left foot. Forward.

One, two, three.

Back, one, two, three.

Okay, that's it. You got it.

Face me. Okay.

Okay. Ready?

Think so.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

That's it. Okay, now speed it up a little bit.

One, two, three,

one, two, three.

Okay. Now, let's put some hip into it.

Yo, Erik, dance with me next, bro.

Kiss her. Kiss her.

Kiss her. Kiss her.

Kiss her. Kiss her.

Erik and I are going together!

How dare you!

Erik and I are going together!

Excuse me?

You little tart!

I can't believe you're doing this to me behind my back!

Mother was right about you!

You all right?

Let's just go.

You want ice cream or...

-Yes. -Yeah?

Yes.

You're pretty awesome. You know that, right?

No.

But thank you.

All right. Ice cream.

Man, cookies and cream ice cream is like the best

thing on planet earth.

That's a bit hyperbolic, no?

No.

I haven't looked at the stars in a very long time.

And it makes me feel so small.

I'd kind of like to just stay here for a while.

That sounds nice.

I'm sorry about what happened tonight.

I should've seen it coming.

You're a great person for taking people at their word.

I hope you don't ever lose that.

Wow. It looks great.

So cute.

Tell John I say congratulations.

Good night.

That reminds me of a story.

Hey, whoa, Emma's home! Hey, Emma!

Nice vest.

Hey, I... I heard you were teaching some of your

girlfriends to dance.

That's nice. My wife's always talking to me about dance class.

Maybe she could talk to you?

I think I might be a better dancer than a teacher.

Oh, I find that hard to believe.

Your mother was an amazing teacher.

And if there's anything I've learned over

the past six months,

it's she's just like her mother.

Thanks.

Now all you gotta do is get her to watch

football with us, right?

Emma, do you know why John and I are like brothers?

No.

So, my sister and your mom went to college together.

And John here was taking a liking to her,

so he was always over at the house

for the barbecues

and the football games and whatnot.

You met my mom in college?

No. Elementary school.

Emma, this guy's been in love with your mom

since the third grade.

Right? So, here's the story.

My sister drags him and your mom to one of my

high school football games.

And John's trying to be all charming and whatnot,

even though he isn't.

So, anyways, there's this other older college guy there

and he's being all loud and disrespectful.

And there's girls around, right?

And it was not cool.

So, all of us guys wanted to teach this guy a lesson, right?

And, you know, boys will be boys.

So, this guy takes a shine to my sister.

John here steps in.

He whispers something in this guy's ear.

And he just points to the parking lot.

What happened?

The guy looks John up and down.

Doesn't say anything.

- He just leaves. - What did you say?

No, no, no, no. He's never told anybody.

And that's not the point.

The point is, is he took care of my sister

without even knowing me.

And he's been my brother ever since.

-To John. -To John.

- John. -Okay, okay.

Thanks, guys. Let me take it from here.

All right. I'm going to bed. Good night.

- Have a good night. - Good night, Emma.

Now, what was that story?

Morning.

So, what was this thing?

Told you. Taught some kids from my school how to dance.

Oh.

Your girlfriends?

Well, that's what I thought it was,

but a bunch of other people showed up.

How is that my fault?

Were any parents there?

Did someone call you or something?

Yeah.

Someone did.

Did you drink?

No!

Don't lie to me.

I'm not. I didn't drink.

You and all your friends were drinking last night.

We are adults.

I didn't drink.

I promise. I'm not stupid.

How'd you get home?

Stephen.

But we didn't drink.

He was totally safe and fine.

He's a good driver.

He used the turn signal, like, every time.

Even if he didn't have to.

What is the rule, Emma?

He wasn't drinking, like, at all.

If you are attending a party, I don't care

if I didn't give you permission to go to it,

you call me

and I come and I pick you up.

You understand me?

Do you know how embarrassing that is?

I don't care how embarrassing it is.

Until I can trust you, maybe being embarrassed

is a good thing.

Whatever. I don't understand why this is any

of your business anyway.

This is specifically my business because I

take care of you.

Because of my mom?

Yes.

Because of your mom.

I don't know why I just can't go live with my dad.

We talked about this, Emma.

"Because I said so"?

Look, have you even called your dad?

No. Because you won't let me.

So what's the point?

You follow my rules until summertime,

and I will let you go live with your dad.

That means no cell phones at dinner,

no lying to me about where you were

and who you're with.

And no getting in a car with anybody that I

have not given you permission to get in the car with.

Even Stephen. No parties.

No driver's license.

And when something is going on with you,

you let me know.

Now, you don't have to like me.

But these are my rules.

And you have to follow them.

And come summer, you can go live with your dad,

and you can make up whatever rules you want to.

- You better apologize. - For what?

- For what you did on Friday. - I didn't do anything.

But if an apology will let us all forget, then I'm sorry.

- That is not good enough. - Not even close.

We were gonna give her a whole makeover.

I know, right? Like we'd even bother.

Yeah, you better keep walking!

You're not worth our time!

Yeah. Brinley and Bree are right!

- She just walked away from us. - Girls.

I can see you thinking.

I'm not thinking of anything.

Well, you wouldn't have responded to me, then.

-I'm not! -You are.

You messed me up.

Well, if you were in it, then you wouldn't have

even heard me.

And I wouldn't have had to mention anything

in the first place.

What do you want to do, Emma?

It's a serious question.

Competition's coming up. Are you sure you

want to compete?

- Yes. -Then you must listen to me.

I'm trying to pull something out of you.

Again.

You mad at me?

No.

Are you mad at me?

You keep talking to me during my routine

and messing me up!

Good! Use it!

From the top.

John?

What?

Where's my mom's green dress?

What are you doing in my room?

I want to wear my mom's green dress.

Where is it?

I-I-I-I don't...

What is wrong with you? Why isn't anything here?

- It's all gone. -Hey, hey, hey, just calm down.

Okay? Just calm down.

You... You think you can just erase her?

I'm not... Look. I couldn't look at her stuff anymore, okay?

I have to move on. Besides, you weren't using her stuff.

- I'm not using her stuff. - I can use it, and

I... I want to use it.

All of a sudden you want to use it now?

You can move on if you want to.

I don't want to.

I shouldn't have to!

- Emma. -How disrespectful can you be?

- Emma. -If you're going to throw away

the things I care about...

- -maybe I'll just throw away

the things that you care about.

What do I care that you made these by hand?

No, no, no, no!

No. No.

Leave it alone, Emma.

I'm calling my father.

Hey, Mr. Donelson. Is Emma here?

I brought her a gift.

Hey, Stephen, let's go, please.

Emma.

Emma.

Open this door, Emma.

Emma, open the door.

Stephen, open this door.

I don't mean any disrespect, sir.

Really, I just... I only came by

to drop off the gift I made for Emma, so.

Is that a dining room table? Uh, and chair set. Yeah.

Why would you bring a dining room set to my house?

Are you all right?

No. I'm not all right.

Maybe take a deep breath.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Uh, think maybe it'd be a good idea

to get the table out and into the house?

It might give Emma the time she needs to calm down

so you guys can talk about whatever it is

you're upset about.

Yeah.

Thanks.

What do you think?

Hey, Stephen, just give us one minute, okay?

Emma. Emma!

Well, hey, at least she came back, right?

Yeah.

Did you get to talk with her?

No. Not yet.

To be honest with you, I have a hard time even looking at her.

I threw away all Sarah's stuff.

Everything.

Everything that reminded me of her.

But Emma's face...

looks just like her mother's.

I'm sorry.

John, I'm really sorry.

How tough things might be for you right now.

But imagine how difficult they must be for Emma.

Just win her over with kindness.

Come on, now, let's go.

All right.

What is this?

Who do you think you are, saying that about me?

That's not at all what happened, and you know it!

Maybe because you deserve it!

"The best way to get over your mom dying

"is to make out with Erik Mendez"?

L-O-L. Oh, and B-T-dubs, 170 likes.

Yeah, can you believe it?

Fastest ever to so many likes.

I've been getting harassed by random numbers all morning.

Maybe because you deserve it!

Or maybe because I shared your number with everyone.

-Like, everyone. -Oopsie.

You're terrible people. You know that?

Well, at least we still have our mothers.

Zero tolerance, ladies.

You know this.

We have a zero tolerance policy for fighting.

I was just talking to her and she hit me.

- Completely unprovoked. -I find that hard to believe.

-It's true! -Look.

Considering Emma has no prior misconduct violations

and I, you know, have met you,

I find it hard to believe that you did nothing to

provoke this incident.

That said, there's no excuse for violence.

And, Emma, you know that.

I'm very sorry.

I understand it's difficult right now.

-I'm sorry for that. -Thank you.

It's understandable that you're having

a tough time with everything.

-It's not easy. -I bet.

Look, why don't you go ahead and head on out of here?

-What? -Yeah, what?

-Girls, zip it. -No!

These selfish nimrods are my best friends!

And Erik Mendez is the boy I like!

You can't have them!

And you are just so pretty!

Get out of my life!

Alexis, calm down.

No, you calm down!

I am sorry I said that!

I'll sit down!

Now you've upset Alexis!

Yeah. Maybe she should go.

Yeah. She should leave. It's okay.

One, two, three.

♪♪

♪ Nail me to your self-righteous cross ♪

♪ Forgive me for all that I've done ♪

♪ And what I am ♪

♪ Your wicked confidence is holes and lies ♪

♪ I may be a young woman ♪

♪ But some of us have eyes ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

♪ I'm crying out of frustration ♪

♪ You are such a lost cause ♪

♪ And it's such a waste ♪

♪ How can you forgive ♪

♪ A wrong that wasn't done? ♪

♪ You have to be the only one ♪

♪ Who never was ♪

♪ Now I'm sifting through the insignificance ♪

♪ I am dying just to find ♪

♪ Redemption ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

Yes! Good!

It's like you're on a different planet today.

In a good way.

I just did what you told me.

Yeah.

Should I go again?

High school's the worst, isn't it?

What?

I still remember.

Sometimes.

Most people will tell you

that the popular kids will peak in high school

and you'll get the last laugh.

But the truth is,

is that they're a pain in the butt forever.

That's why you have to rise above it.

And focus on the things that you want to accomplish.

-You know? -Okay.

Let's do it again.

So, with John on one side and the twins on the other,

I just don't...

Maybe ease up a little bit?

Look.

Look, I get it.

Brinley, Bree, and Alexis are basically terrible people,

and they probably always will be.

But John, I mean,

you got to admit he's trying.

I don't have to admit anything.

Fine. Then I'll admit he's trying.

It doesn't matter.

I've already talked with my father,

and I'm moving in with him this weekend.

Seriously?

What?

When were you gonna tell me?

I just did.

Yeah, but doesn't he live up in Riverside County?

Yeah. So?

So you're moving.

Well, it's where my dad lives.

Are you bringing the table?

-Which table? -Which table?

Oh. Yeah, probably not.

I made that by hand.

There are no screws. I used no glue.

It's like the nicest piece I've ever made.

Where would I put it?

Hey.

Hey. Is it better than your birdhouse?

You're my best friend.

I know.

Should we get ice cream?

Come on.

Yeah.

She doesn't want to play by my rules.

If she has to, then she's gonna leave.

They're like this... whether they're yours or not.

Whether anybody died or not.

You just gotta keep your head down.

Till about 18 or 19.

God forbid, 22.

They come out of it.

But it's important not to forget that your stepdaughter's

grieving too. And you're this perceived stranger in her home.

She's just being rational.

It's rational for her to be mistrusting of you.

And how many, uh, teenaged daughters have you raised, Gene?

Tell me. Are they rational?

Um, so, look.

I don't mean to interrupt this, but...

you really need some female help.

I'm a mother, as you all know.

She needs a mommy.

Just like a young guy needs a dad.

Someone to show him what it's like to be a man.

She needs a woman.

With wisdom.

Someone who knows what she's feeling.

That she can relate to.

That's gonna tell her that everything is gonna be okay.

And that certain behavior

is not all right.

But more important,

it's all right to feel terrible.

You need to find somebody

that she knows

and already respects.

You're doing a good job, John.

Yeah? How do you know that?

Well, do you beat her?

Do you call her fat or stupid?

Make fun of her in front of her friends?

I'm not worried about being a terrible dad.

I want to be a good one.

Saying that makes me think you already are one.

Thank you so much.

Yeah. It's maybe just for the one class.

You come in, you give a talk.

Yeah.

But what I'd really appreciate is some

one-on-one time.

Yeah. Yes.

Okay.

Y... Oh, you are the best.

Okay, I'll see you soon.

Oh, I see how it is.

Here you go.

Good boy. Hey.

I'm making dinner.

And I got a bit of a surprise.

You may want to sit down for this.

My dad's going to meet us in a few hours.

I need a ride.

All my stuff is packed.

Hey. Are you okay?

No.

What do you want to do?

Let's just go home, please.

Okay.

Okay. So, the trick to spotting is

you're gonna pick one spot on the wall and you're gonna

keep your head there

and look at it for as long as you can, and then just

whip your head around.

So, that's while you're turning. Okay?

So, it should look like this.

-Wow. -Does that make sense?

-Yeah. -Okay, you try.

Okay. When you were doing your feet,

you had... this one was...

-Yeah. -So you started the...

Start with your left leg front.

-Okay, left leg front. -Forward.

And then you do... And then when you kick your leg out,

it goes out like this, but then... And then

you go down and then up?

-Yes. -Is that what it is?

-Yes. -Okay.

-Boom. -Keep your leg straight.

I'm trying.

- You're not even spotting. - Oh, my God.

You're gonna get really dizzy.

- No, I am dizzy. -

The trick is not throwing up.

Wow.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Okay. Let me try this again.

Spot and boom.

Oh, my God. If Matty could see me now.

-What? -Nothing.

Hey, get away from the car.

Oh, jeez, that's... that's a warm and fuzzy greeting.

Thanks. Where's my kid?

Whoa. What are you doing, man?

-Hey. -Hey.

You made that little girl sit in a parking lot

for 12 hours, Larry.

Well, you are just a real Boy Scout, aren't you?

Do you know me? Do you know my life? You

know anything about me?

You know nothing. So just stay out of it, all right?

You couldn't take one second, just one second to call her

or text her and let her know that you weren't gonna make it?

Maybe, but I didn't, did I? None of your business.

Out of my way, soldier.

Hey. Come on, man. What are you doing?

If she decides to go with you right now,

I'm gonna give you one chance, Larry.

-Just one. -Gee, thanks.

-Hey, kid. -What's going on?

Nothing. Just talking to your dad.

Ready to go, honey?

Just these, and then I need to get Justin

and his food and dishes and toys.

Okay. Wait. Who?

Justin Timberlake.

-Her dog. -No. No, sorry.

Yeah, no. We can't, uh... We can't have a dog at my house.

Why... Why not?

Um, well, see, for one, I have an African gray parrot.

So, I can't have your dog eating him.

And, uh,

you know, he's a significant value, this bird.

He's... Monetarily, he's worth quite a bundle.

So I can't take the chance.

Okay. Uh, so...

It's okay. Justin and I are buds.

Look, you can come back and visit as many

times as you want, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Um, then I'm ready to go.

Perfect. Sounds good.

Hey. Make yourself useful.

Bye, General. Go do some push-ups or something.

Oh. Is this your bird?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-mm.

Please don't lift that up.

He's in a time-out. He tore up my baseball cards.

What's his name?

Um, Bird.

Seriously, though, don't handle him, okay?

'Cause if he got hurt, that would be annoying.

Where's my room?

You're looking at it.

No more stumbling off to bed after you watch TV.

It's all in one. I got sheets and stuff for you here

in the... in the, uh, closet next to the bathroom.

So, you won't have to stick to the leather.

Oh, hey.

That remote right there will get you more channels

than you've ever seen in your life.

Sports package, premiums, the whole nine yards.

Have a good time with it.

Just don't order any movies, please,

'cause they put it on my cable bill.

Food in the kitchen.

What else?

Um, what's your Wi-Fi password?

I do not know.

It's one of those long numbers on the back of the router.

Are you going somewhere?

Yes, I am.

Your dad

has himself a hot date tonight.

With a woman

who has a fantastic job

and makes a really good living.

And she just happens

to love the fact that I have a daughter.

So, if you meet her, be nice.

Okay? Okay?

-Yeah. -That-a-girl.

All right.

All right. We're ready to go.

That's it. Wish me luck.

If you need anything, shoot me a text.

All right? Oh, hey.

Don't use this... this light switch right here, okay?

This one that I'm pointing at.

-Okay. -Yeah? Okay, good.

Sweet. I'm gonna probably, hopefully, maybe be late.

I hope.

Know what I mean?

Oh, hey.

It's good you're here.

Glad you're here, kid.

Is everything okay, John?

-Hey. -Hi.

Did you clean my house?

Yeah, a little bit. What do you think?

Why?

Why did I clean your house?

Yeah. Why'd you clean the house?

I thought you'd appreciate it.

I know you work all the time.

Huh.

Hey, you didn't go in my room, did you?

- No. -Good, 'cause I don't like it

when people... Hey, hey!

-Hey, look out! -What?

-Bird... -Yeah, he's fine.

Here. Come here.

He, uh...

He's not attacking you.

No. No, he's fine.

No, that's good. I can see him.

- I'm good here. -He can open a pop

tab. Want to see?

He can't open a pop can.

- Yeah, he can. Watch. - He's not gonna...

-Here. -He can't...

-Oh, my God. -Look at that.

He just opened a pop can.

Yeah. Pretty cool, right?

That's really cool.

You taught him how to do that?

He's pretty smart.

Wow.

Yeah.

Good job.

Ought to be a way to make a few bucks on that.

- Put him back in his thing when you're done playing - with him, all right?

How was the date?

It was, uh, you know.

I don't think she's my type.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Okay.

Hey, you've figured out

that whole school thing

for tomorrow, right?

Um, yeah.

-Nice. -Yeah.

Down.

-Hello? -Oh, hey, John.

This is Robert from the dance studio.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Emma didn't show up for her class today,

and we have a competition coming up, so...

Yeah, yeah. Uh, I'm sorry. Somebody should have told you.

Um...

Emma moved out of town and, uh, I'm not sure

if she's coming back.

Oh. Wow.

I wasn't expecting that.

Well, that's too bad.

Uh, we'll miss her.

Me, too.

Uh, thanks for letting me know.

Okay, Rob. Take care.

Hey.

How's it going?

She moved in with him.

Full-time.

How do you feel about that?

Gosh. I'm sorry.

She said, um,

she thinks he's a swell guy

'cause... he doesn't tell her to clean her room.

You got kids?

I had two sons.

I'm sorry.

Every man in my life leaves me.

That's a survivor's joke.

What do I do?

Well...

for one thing, you're missing a good cop.

She's got nowhere to go, and her sky's falling.

Yeah.

John, can I be brutally honest with you?

Yeah, by all means.

She's not the problem.

You are.

What?

So, your dad says

you can't go out driving with your friends.

What do you do?

Not when her mom just died.

No. Especially when her mom just died.

Grace, her mom died driving.

It was my fault.

It was my fault she was driving.

You understand?

I was late.

I'm never late.

We got into a fight,

and I... I told her to go ahead.

I said, "Just go ahead." We were going to this event.

And, uh...

she got in the car and she left, and...

It should have been me.

I should have been driving.

You can't be there for Emma

until you forgive yourself.

How do I do that?

♪ She was his ♪

♪ But you can't turn back the clock ♪

♪ The dance is over ♪

♪♪

How was your day?

You know you're putting all this back, right?

Yeah, of course.

Your mom used to do this.

Really?

Yeah.

Yeah. She, uh,

could have been, you know, making some money.

Taking better care of the house.

But, no, she wanted to dance.

Not like she wasn't good,

'cause she was.

But, you know,

there weren't a lot of opportunities

for dancers back then.

They didn't have them on TV.

Plus, after you were born,

you know,

that was the end of that.

I figured out that I'm going to Truman High School.

It's not technically the closest,

but we are in that district.

Uh-huh.

That's good.

Did you figure out how to get there?

You can't... You can't give me a ride?

No. I can't.

I got a... I got a whole, uh,

morning routine, you know?

You can take a bus.

Got a bike or...

I can figure it out.

That's a good girl.

Uh, did you have any ideas for food?

If we went to the store, I could cook.

You know, I got, uh...

I got a league,

you know, so...

Hey, there's ramen in the cupboard

and some deli meat in the fridge.

The meat is expired.

Well, the apple really doesn't fall far, does it?

Look, I gotta go. But, uh...

you know, maybe I'll bring a pizza back later

or something.

See ya.

Hey. How's it going?

Not well.

Is everything okay?

Will you please build me a birdhouse?

You okay?

I shouldn't have danced.

What do you mean?

It was a problem with my mom,

and now... now it's a problem for me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm...

-No, it's okay. -I'm just...

No, it's gonna be okay.

Really. I... Uh...

I'll always be there for you, Emma.

I love you.

Let's just go.

Hey, hold up.

Hey.

You okay?

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Where is she?

I'm sorry.

Surprise!

- Welcome home! -

-Hey! -Justin!

-Welcome back. -Oh, thank you.

- Are you hungry? - You have no idea.

We've got food in here. There's food in the kitchen.

- We got a barbecue outside. - Thank you.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Oh, good to see you, too.

-Hey. -Thanks so much.

-Welcome back. -Of course.

-Appreciate it. -Sure.

Hey. So, uh,

I know you practice in the morning.

And I figured that this would make it a little bit easier.

Now you can practice whenever you want.

I miss Mom.

Me, too.

Me, too, sweetheart.

- All right, group hug. - Group hug.

- Group hug. -Group hug. Bring it in.

Bring it in.

How was your day today?

It was all right.

What?

I got a surprise for you.

Okay. What is it?

I can't tell you. It's a surprise.

Well, then, why'd you tell me you had a surprise?

Leave me alone. I'm not good with surprises.

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

Kathryn McCormick is here.

I know.

We're friends.

Come on.

Hi.

It's great to see you.

You, too. You good?

-I'm good. -You good?

-Yeah. -Good.

Hi, Emma. Nice to meet you.

All right. You ready to dance? Gonna take class?

-Yeah. -Here we go.

Go on.

-Hey, John. -Hey, Robert.

- Nice to see you. - Thanks for doing this.

Means a lot.

It's my pleasure.

Come in for a second.

So, you've done it a couple times, right?

We're getting it into our bodies.

We feel comfortable with the movement, obviously.

You look like you are a team. You obviously are.

You're dancing together.

That's amazing.

But I need more.

I need more. Why do you do this?

Why do you do this?

Dance is the one space that you get to just

let it all go and feel and be,

and be honest

about where you're at.

If you don't do it here, I'm sure you don't do it at home.

This is a class for you.

I'm not asking you to be perfect.

I'm not asking you to be anything that you're not.

I'm asking you to open up your hearts

and be honest

about where you're at.

Show yourself.

I think we hide behind our dancing.

We hide behind our attitudes.

We hide behind all of those things

because it feels comfortable.

Let people in.

Whether that means moving faster than you normally do

or completely standing still

because it makes you shake,

because it feels so uncomfortable to do so.

Whatever it is for you, do that one thing

that makes you feel vulnerable

and uncomfortable.

Because that is the space

that you actually figure out who you are.

Okay?

This time, I want you to go somewhere

completely random in the room,

and I do not want you to do the combo.

I want you to improv.

I want you to do your own thing,

take your own space, and I want you to tell your story.

Okay? Here we go.

♪♪

♪ I am sinking ♪

♪ I am drowning ♪

♪ I am sinking ♪

♪ Rain is falling ♪

♪ 'Cause I've forgotten how to feel ♪

♪ I've forgotten what is real ♪

♪ I've forgotten what's the deal ♪

♪ With us ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Let me be ♪

♪ The helping hand ♪

♪ You need ♪

♪ Let me touch you ♪

♪ Inside out ♪

♪ Just breathe ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Thank you.

Okay. She would kill me for inviting you,

but the competition is next weekend.

And she's got the goods.

So you better be there.

I'm really glad that worked out for you.

Thank you.

Yeah. So, she's on the studio dance team.

But, uh, some of the students are competing individually.

I'm not quite sure how it goes, but I just know

that she is happier than I've seen her in a long time.

Other than that, how was your week?

Oh, it was not bad.

A little sad.

But for a different reason.

- I just wish her mother was around to see how - well she was doing.

She'd be very proud of her.

She'd be proud of you, John.

She's got a lot of her mother in her.

That's incredible.

Anyway.

Next weekend?

Next weekend.

-Ah! Hi! -Hi!

You're here. Yes.

How's it going? Nice to see you, Robert.

All right, let's get you set up.

Okay.

♪♪

♪♪

Number 125

is Freaky Poetry of Jazz.

♪♪

♪ Wait, you can't leave yet ♪

♪ Wait, I'm not ready ♪

♪ For you to take what I believe ♪

♪ Break it to me gently ♪

♪ Wait, I am reaching, wait ♪

♪ For something to feel ♪

♪ Your presence here with love ♪

♪ You're shining down from up above ♪

♪ You stormed out my door ♪

♪ Now the rain is pouring down ♪

♪ Water covers the floor ♪

♪ And I've lost all my control ♪

♪ So I'm letting this go ♪

♪ Wait, you can't leave yet ♪

♪ Wait, I'm not done yet ♪

♪ Wait, I've got so much life to live ♪

♪ And so much more love to give ♪

♪ Wait, there is a path here ♪

♪ How do I get there? ♪

♪ Won't you please let me know ♪

♪ Which way that I should go ♪

♪ You stormed out my door ♪

♪ Now the rain is pouring down ♪

♪ Water covers the floor ♪

♪ And I've lost all my control ♪

♪ So I'm letting this go ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ You stormed out my door ♪

♪ Hey-ey ♪

♪ So I'm letting this go ♪

♪ You stormed out my door ♪

♪ And the rain is pouring down ♪

♪ And water covers the floor ♪

♪ And I've lost all my control ♪

♪ So I'm letting this go ♪

♪ Wait, you can't leave yet ♪

♪ Wait, you can't leave yet ♪

♪ Wait, you can't leave yet ♪

♪ Wait, mmm ♪

♪♪

♪ Hey, Mom ♪

♪ I'm still dancing ♪

♪ Hey, Mom ♪

♪ I wish you could see ♪

♪ Hey, Mom ♪

♪ When I'm in the spotlight ♪

♪ I'm sure I feel you ♪

♪ Dancing with me ♪

♪ You're my heart ♪

♪ You're my soul ♪

♪ You're my twirl and sway ♪

♪ You're my taps ♪

♪ You're my leotard ♪

♪ You're my pink beret ♪

♪ I'm your girl ♪

♪ I'm your soul ♪

♪ I was made from your love ♪

♪ I remember ♪

♪ I'll get better ♪

♪ I've got things to become ♪

♪ Hey, Mom ♪

♪ Are you dancing? ♪

♪ Hey, Mom ♪

♪ I wish I could see ♪ ♪ Hey, Mom ♪

♪ Living without you ♪

♪ I'm starting to learn ♪

♪ To live ♪

♪ With me ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Go on love ♪

♪ Let it fill your cup ♪

♪ We can light a fire ♪

♪ That they could see from the sky ♪

♪ Free your soul ♪

♪ Make light your load ♪

♪ With this desire ♪

♪ We'll be lighting up the night ♪

♪ Lighting up the night ♪

♪ Oh, we've got it ♪

♪ And you don't have to hide ♪

♪ And I promise ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ You don't like it ♪

♪ Well, you can move along ♪

♪ Stop fighting ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ Shake it off ♪

♪ And come up strong ♪

♪ Shout so loud ♪

♪ They're gonna hear us up in the sky ♪

♪ Hear us up in the sky ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ The stars are gonna flash and burn ♪

♪ Daring us to take our turn ♪

♪ Oh, we've got it ♪

♪ And you don't have to hide ♪

♪ And I promise ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ Don't like it ♪

♪ You can move along ♪

♪ Stop fighting ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ Turn the lights up Turn the lights up ♪

♪ It's time to march on Time to march on ♪

♪ We'll just keep moving ♪

♪ Just keep living ♪

♪ Let's turn the lights up ♪

♪ Turn the lights up ♪

♪ It's time to march on Time to march on ♪

♪ We'll just keep moving ♪

♪ Just keep living ♪

♪ Let's turn the lights up Turn the lights up ♪

♪ It's time to march on Time to march on ♪

♪ We'll just keep moving ♪

♪ Just keep living ♪

Hey!

♪ We've got it ♪

♪ And you don't have to hide ♪

♪ I promise ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ Don't like it ♪

♪ Well, you can move along ♪

♪ Stop fighting ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ We'll keep turning the lights on ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Turn the lights up Turn the lights up ♪

♪ It's time to march on Time to march on ♪

♪ We'll just keep moving Just keep living ♪