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- Life is full of surprises.

When the song Margot and I wrote got demoed,

I really thought I'd gotten a seat on the Nashville train

to songwriting stardom.

Unfortunately, that train has derailed.

Or maybe I got kicked off

because I didn't have the right kind of ticket?

You know, maybe I just missed the train entirely

before it left the station,

but whatever version of the metaphor you choose...

...let's just say it is not going well.

And? - They're not gonna demo it.

- Why do they keep rejecting our songs?

- Well, apparently, it's our mysterious teen star

who keeps saying no.

- Are you for real? - Mm-hmm.

- What is this dude's problem? - He's a spoiled brat.

He's used to getting everything handed to him.

- What, that's literally exactly what we're doing.

We're handing him awesome material.

Ugh. I wish I could just sit him down

and convince him that our songs are good.

- I understand your frustration,

but it's just part of the process.

- How do you cope with the endless rejection?

- Well, for a camp like this, it helps that... we get paid.

- Really?! - You should go

and spend this on something to make you feel better.

And to commemorate this moment.

You're officially a professional songwriter.

(laughter)

(upbeat music)

♪ You and me run to a different beat ♪

♪ We are brave Lead the way lead the way ♪

♪ Be the you inside ♪

♪ And watch the world take flight ♪

♪ We are brave Lead the way lead the way ♪

♪ Be the change ♪

♪ Be the change ♪

♪ Gotta be the change ♪

- Sure, you look good, but let's see how you sound.

- Hey you!

- Oh, hi. Can I help you?

- Yeah! You can move. You're in my spot.

- Your, your spot? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow your roll, Sean. She's new.

- That's not my problem. - You have to book

your spots ahead of time. - What happened to you?

Why didn't you show to meet Margot?

- Nothing was gonna come of it anyway.

- You don't know that.

- What are you doing out here?

- I can't get over the fact that our songs keep getting rejected.

I needed a place to try them out.

- There's this cool spot a couple of blocks back.

Um... It's a songwriters' circle.

You'll definitely have the nicest guitar there.

- Oh, um, thanks. It's new.

I bought it with my first songwriting cheque.

- I'm sorry I blew you off.

- It's all good.

Now... where's that songwriters' circle?

- Great news! The deal is done on the food truck,

we can pick it up later today.

- Those farmers' markets won't know what hit 'em.

Oh, how many cases of the blueberry bacon for that store in Montelo?

- Um, two.

- Oh, you know,

I thought being CEO of my own company

would be a lot less manual labour and more...

- Corner offices with floor to ceiling windows?

Someday. Until you get there,

you still have to deliver all of this.

- There's no way I can deliver all this today.

I mean, unless we drive really fast.

Are you saying I have permission to drive really fast?

- I'm absolutely not saying that.

I mean, I don't know how much longer

the two of us can keep this up on our own.

Maybe it's a sign that we bring someone on

to help with distribution?

Do you think that you could do that?

- You know it. Corner office, here I come.

(country music)

- I should have worn a cooler shirt.

- Do you want a cooler shirt?

- Hey, remember who drove you here.

(applause)

- Uh, can you die from impostor syndrome?

(announcer): Next up, Holly Hobbie.

- Get the car, let's just drive home tonight, yeah?

- Uh, no, no, no.

I still have to finish my hot chicken tour.

You'll be great.

(announcer): Holly Hobbie! - Okay.

Hey, everyone. I'm Holly,

as was previously mentioned.

And I'm here all the way from Collinsville, Wisconsin.

- Wou-hou! Go Badgers!

- Anyway, I am here for a songwriting camp

and we're writing for this spoiled, annoying,

teen star who just keeps rejecting all our songs.

Does he tell us why? No.

(crowd laughter)

He says this one isn't good enough for him.

But I hope it's good enough for you.

(soft music)

♪ Last night ♪

♪ Should've never called you crazy ♪

♪ That's not right ♪

♪ Oh I know I can be controlling sometimes ♪

♪ But thanks to you I've realized ♪

♪ I gotta get it in line and get it together ♪

♪ Because in your eyes I can be better ♪

♪ You've redefined what a guy should do ♪

♪ This is how to Man up ♪

♪ Wear your heart on your sleeve ♪

♪ Stand up ♪

♪ For understanding feelings ♪

♪ Are you man enough ♪

♪ To listen with humility ♪

♪ Straight up this is what it really means ♪

♪ To man up ♪

♪ Can you man up ♪

♪ Man up ♪

♪ Can you man up ♪

♪ Man up ♪

(cheering)

- Thank you.

(laughing)

(door opening)

- The first bite of the second half.

Are you for real? - Yeah, Matt.

Well, take pity on me.

I didn't get the job at the hardware store.

- You love... hardware.

- There's only so many places to work in this whole town

and I've been rejected everywhere.

- Not everywhere.

Goat Jam is looking for a Head of distribution.

I'm writing the job posting for my mom right now.

- Okay. What's that about?

- Well, according to the search I did ten minutes ago,

it involves tracking inventory,

managing shipping and receiving, and market research.

- Okay. I'm really good at knowing exactly

how many bags of chips we have, right?

I order lots of comic books online

and, you remember last year,

when I helped you figure out which gaming system to buy?

- It is like this job was made for you.

Happy to have you on board! (laughing)

- Nice! Oh!

- Woo!

(indistinct chatter)

- I can't believe it!

I actually just performed live in Nashville!

I even heard a few people clap.

There were a few "woo-hoos" in the background!

Oh, I knew those songs were good.

- You were great, sweetheart.

I need to go ask that guy where he got those ribs.

- Okay, go, go.

(chuckling)

- I liked your set. - Hey, thanks.

Holly, by the way. - Nice to meet you, Holly.

I'm... What was it? Oh yes, spoiled and annoying.

- You, oh...

You're the teen star!?

Justin Lewis. Ha! You look so different.

- Than I did when I was on TV when I was 12?

- I am... so sorry about what I said.

It's just... it's been kind of frustrating

and I needed to blow off some steam.

I'm just gonna... slink away

in shame and embarrassment now.

- Hold up a sec. I'd love to talk to you about

how the songwriting camp is going.

If you have a minute?

- Hey! Did you get the job posting listed?

- I took care of it. I hired Warren.

- Okay, but does he have the skills to do the job?

I mean, we need someone that knows about health and safety regulations

and the ins and outs of distribution,

I mean, somebody that's maybe, I mean, maybe just an adult.

- Warren's the same age as me.

You don't think of me as an adult?

- I mean...

- I am the CEO, after all.

- I know, sweetheart.

- Mom, I started this whole thing.

- I know, but this is a job that requires real responsibility.

I mean, it could really affect the business.

- So, you won't even give him a chance?

(phone vibrating) - Look, Robbie, I just...

I don't have time to talk about this right now,

but you tell Warren that you're finding someone else. Okay?

Hello! Yes, hi.

We just wanted... It's actually chili not chipotle.

And jam, not jelly.

Great.

- Just do it, I swear I'll respond.

I'll tell him: "My friend wants to say hi."

- Okay.

Hi, I'm Holly Hobbie.

He replied! (gasping)

Oh my gosh, I just texted with Drake.

What is your life?

- Okay, for real though,

why are all the songs y'all are writing so bad?

- What about Good Enough?

Margot and I, we're really proud of that one.

♪ Take a step back 'cause I need to breathe ♪

♪ Look into the mirror what do I see ♪

- Okay, that one has a good chorus.

- See? - But I could never sing it.

- What? Why not? - Too off-brand.

Justin Lewis is enough. More than enough.

(scoffing) - Okay, then. Help me out.

What does the perfect Justin Lewis song sound like?

What does it say?

I mean, who is Justin Lewis anyway?

- Actor, singer.

Designer.

- That's just what it says in your bio on your socials.

I'm not asking what you do, I'm asking who you are.

- Are all the songwriters in this camp this intense?

Because that might be part of the problem. I need bops.

- Okay, but even bops have to be about something.

- No one wants to hear a rich kid complain about his life.

- But it's important to be vulnerable.

- No one really cares how I'm feeling.

They just want me to keep the Justin Lewis

machine humming along.

- Okay, but you're still a human being

who feels things, right?

Singing about those things will help people

feel more connected to you.

How about this?

You sing Good Enough right here, right now.

Then, tell me how you feel.

I have the chords and lyrics in my notebook.

- Nah, people love everything Justin Lewis does.

Then, it'd be impossible to tell if it's really good or not.

- Okay, so then you're just gonna have to play

somewhere where no one knows him.

- They got open mics on Mars, now?

(chuckling)

- Actually...

I have a souvenir that might help with that.

(sighing)

- 'Sup, dude? I just bought my new steel toe boots.

They're pretty expensive, but I figured,

with all that sweet jam bank we're rolling in,

it'll be worth it.

I gotta protect those piggies, you know?

- Um, you didn't happen to keep the receipts for those, did you?

- What, for like a tax write off? That's pretty smart, dude,

I guess that's why you're the CEO.

- No, no, um, because you won't need them

because... you don't have the job.

- You're firing me? - No! I'm not firing you.

I am more like... un-hiring you.

- What!? Why?

- My mom says we need someone with more experience.

- Well, who's in charge? You or your mom?

- I am! Okay? - Right, so if that were true,

you'd be the one making the decision

on who you can't or can hire, right?

It sounds to me like your mom's

the real CEO and you're...

- CFO? COO?

- Not even, man. It sounds to me like

she's treating you like a kid.

- You know what? You're right.

I started this company,

I should get to decide who works for it.

- Robbie! - I gotta go. Keep the boots.

- I'm ordering you new underwear.

Do you want grey or navy?

(rhythmic music)

♪ Take a step back 'cause I need to breathe ♪

♪ Look into the mirror what do I see ♪

♪ Remember what I have deep inside of me ♪

♪ There's a light in me ♪

♪ I am good enough ♪

♪ I won't give up ♪

♪ I will rise above even when it's tough ♪

♪ I just gotta' be myself ♪

♪ Instead of anybody else ♪

(indistinct crowd chatter)

- Forget this.

- That was amazing. Why did you stop?

- That wasn't amazing. That was stupid.

I looked stupid, I felt stupid.

Everyone was so quiet.

- That's because they were listening to you.

You were connecting with them.

- I'm pretty sure I was just

making a fool of myself. - No.

You were being honest and real.

None of your entourage would ever want

to tell you anything like that, but your fans would love

to see that from you. - I can't.

That's just not how the world sees Justin Lewis.

This would never work.

- You'll never be a real artist if you can't be honest.

- Except I'm not an artist. I'm an industry.

Do you know how many people depend on me?

Failure isn't an option.

- Hey. What's wrong?

- I am so getting fired. - I felt that went well.

- Right.

Okay.

- Mom, I need to talk to you.

- Just... I'm just on the phone.

So you're saying that the paperwork I need to put...

- This is really important, Mom. - Robbie, I'm on the phone.

Okay, and then, the permanent comes in the mail.

- Can you please just...

- Can you hang on for a second, please?

Honey, why don't you go and get a snack

while I'm just finishing up here.

You seem a little "hangry".

Oh, you know what, I got some of those

chocolate chip granola bars that you like. Okay?

No, I understand this is not your fault.

It just seems like an awful lot of needless red tape.

You would not believe the amount of bureaucracy

that I am wading through in order to get the inspector

just to come and look at the food truck.

This is why we need someone with food industry experience.

What's that look for?

Oh, is it your stomach?

You know, honey, I really think

you should stop eating dill pickles before you go to bed.

- I can eat pickles whenever I want, Catherine! Okay?

Look, this is not how I envisioned

the corporate structure of Goat Jam.

- We have a corporate structure?

- You're just not a good fit.

- Good fit for what? - You're fired!

- I'm... fired?

- Look, Goat Jam is going in a different direction,

but thank you for your hard work.

- Well, I'm... (scoffing)

...relieved. I mean,

this permit business is giving me a migraine.

And hey, now you have your buddy Warren to help you sort it.

And I can go for a run.

Great. (sighing)

- Okay.

Cool.

- Donuts? What's the occasion?

(sighing) - Me trying not to get fired.

I'm aware donuts are unlikely to work,

but I had to try something.

- No, there's no way you're getting fired today

because our mysterious teen benefactor

has decided to shut the whole thing down.

(scoffing)

- This is all my fault.

- Holly, don't be so hard on yourself.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

So, um, give me a call next time you're in town.

I'd love to write with you again.

- Come on, get your Goat Jam,

get your Goat Jam, it's the greatest of all time.

- Free samples, everyone. - Goat Jam, get your jam.

- Oh yeah, there you go! - Here you go, free sample.

There you go. - Free samples, there you go.

- Officer, hello. What's your fancy here?

We've got, you know, blueberry bacon, rhubarb vanilla.

- Your vendor permit.

- Oh yes, Warren's got that

all taken care of. Right, Warren?

- Yeah, yeah. Let me grab it.

- These are wrong.

And I don't see your food safety certificate hanging anywhere.

- Warren?

- I couldn't figure out

how to book an extension, so I didn't do it.

(laughing nervously)

- Um, this is just a small oversight, officer.

A hiccup, if you will.

- Also, you're on county property

without a roadside sales permit. - Hmm.

What does that mean?

- It means I'm going to have

to impound your truck and your inventory.

- Getting our truck out of impound

is going to kill all of our profits.

- I'll be right back.

- I can fix this.

Okay, I promise you I can fix this.

We're going to get to the impound lot

and you're gonna distract the receptionist,

I'm gonna sneak to the back, okay,

and I'm gonna get a super good disguise, right,

I'm thinking like, a police officer, right?

Okay, that sounds really illegal.

We'll get a different disguise. Mechanic, I'm thinking, right?

And then, I'm gonna sneak into the back

and I'm gonna hotwire the truck, right?

- Stop!

- You can hotwire the truck if you want,

but I figured you wouldn't be able to do it.

- We are in over our heads, you see that, right?

I have to do the responsible thing.

I have to call my mom.

(soft music)

Mom? Hi. I need help.

Mom? Hi. I need help. - Okay, so, don't tell her,

- Okay, so, don't tell her,

but I got your mother these earrings

which I was sure that she would love, but now I'm not so sure.

It might have been a hot chicken induced fugue state,

what do you think?

- Those are bonkers.

- Really? - Yes.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

Well, it's a good thing I got a backup present then.

Ta-da!

- Much better.

- Thanks. I thought so too.

You know what, we still have a few more hours

before we gotta be at the airport.

Is there anything else you want to do?

- Actually... yeah.

- Yeah, I'll get, uh,

three jumbo tenders, extra hot,

and I'll get three of the hot...

- Hey, Destiny. - You again. How's it going?

- Going home. Song camp got cancelled.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- I just wanted to give this to you before I left.

- I can't take this. - Please.

It's a bit big on me, anyway,

and I... Well, I just really want you to have it.

- Thank you. She's beautiful.

- One more thing.

Margot's number.

I told her you were worth a second chance,

which you are.

- Get in touch when you're back in town, okay?

I'll back us a busking spot.

- Okay. Deal.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

- See ya.

(soft music)

- Hey, Mom. - Hey.

Before you ask, yes, you can have some of this,

but do be forewarned there is spinach in it.

- That's super gross, but it's not that.

- Okay. Shoot.

- Mom, I'm sorry I fired you.

- I mean, there's definitely different decisions

that could have been made, but as for me,

I should have been treating you like a colleague, not my kid.

- So will you come back to Goat Jam?

- It would be an honour.

When we're at work, we're business partners,

and when we're at home, we're mom and son.

But since we are at home, can I get a hug?

- This is a professional matter.

- Of course.

- Oh, come here.

So does this mean Warren can come back

as our distribution person?

- Um... Well, let me ask you.

Do you think that that's a wise idea?

- Okay, well, what if he stays on with us part-time?

Help me out at the markets and stuff,

and then we find an actually qualified person

for the distribution gig?

- I mean, now you are talking like a CEO.

(phone vibrating)

- Alright, cool. Glad I got the right number.

- Hey, Justin. What's up?

- Listen. I never say this,

but you were right.

- About what?

- Everything.

I want to be an artist. Not just a performer.

That stuff you said about making myself vulnerable?

That's for real. And playing your song,

that was for real too.

Your town, what's it called again?

- Collinsville.

- You have a recording studio there?

- No.

- That's fine, I could just build one.

- I'm sorry, what's happening?

- I cancelled the camp because I'm moving to Collinsville.

You're gonna write my album with me.

- Like I said, life is full of surprises.

(chuckling)

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