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dOn the floors of Tokyo d

dOr down in London town to go, go d

dWell, I wait so long for my love vibration d

dAnd I'm dancing with myself d

dOh, oh, dancing with myself d

dWhen there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove d

dWell, I'm dancing with myself d

dOh, oh, oh d

dIf I looked all over the world d

dAnd there's every type of girl d

dBut your empty eyes seem to pass me by d

dLeave me dancing with myself d

dSo let's sink another drink d

d'Cause it'll give me time to think d

dIf I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance d

dAnd I'd be dancing with myself, oh, oh d

dOh, oh, oh d

dOh, oh, oh d

dIf I looked all over the world d

dAnd there's every type of girl d

dIf I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance d

dAnd I'd be dancing with myself, oh, oh d

dDancing with myself, oh, oh d

dDancing with myself d

dIf I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance d

dAnd if I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance d

You looking for someone?

Fuck. N-No, I…

S-Sorry.

In my class, average actually means average.

That is why 70% of you got a C+ or lower.

It's a fucking jock class.

Like, why am I being forced to try?

- I probably failed. - Oh, I definitely did.

You think we can still drop it, bro?

I can't. I need this for my major.

Relax. I'm sure your coach will convince Tolbert

to get creative with their grading system.

Jocks. So pretty.

So entitled.

Aren't you above stereotypes?

Babe, I'm trying to be below one of those stereotypes.

Maybe behind.

And none of you star athletes should expect any special treatment.

You knew what your practice schedule looked like

before you signed up for this class, Mr. Maxwell.

Me? No, I was just curious about extra credit opportunities

to, you know, learn more.

You can learn from your next assignment. Oral presentations.

Okay, yeah. Definitely dropping.

Thanks.

Perfect. Another D.

So, how'd you do?

Not good.

Girl, really?

Yeah, I wrote it in like an hour, so…

Fucking hell, you aced it?

I knew it. Show me.

- Do you mind? - What?

Only you get to look at things you shouldn't?

Okay, now that we got that covered,

anybody want to hazard a guess as to what we will be discussing today?

There goes your manic pixie dream boy.

Justin Kohl is not my anything.

It's not too late.

It's not too late.

You are intolerable.

Did she do it? Did she talk to Justin Kohl?

No, no, she's too busy pining wistfully from afar.

He has literally no idea who I am, okay? Am I supposed to just fling myself at him?

- Yes. - Mona!

I've said maybe two words to the guy, and they weren't even good words.

Hannah, you love his music and you've been crushing on him for weeks.

Sound check's at five. You're on at nine. Okay, eight words ever.

Hey, Mona.

Who-- Who's Mona?

I think you.

I-I'm not Mona.

It is an M, though, right?

Not even close.

What do you want, Garrett Graham? Petals to walk on?

Maybe another fancy gym that costs thousands of dollars,

even though the theater department is literally falling apart.

So, uh, I failed that paper.

It sounds like a lot of people did.

And I was thinking it'd be great if I didn't fail again.

So…

Was there a question in there?

A question, I don't think I heard a question, no.

You guys are late for scene study. Go, I'll see you at dinner.

Bye, Mona.

I need your help.

Wow.

What?

See, usually with questions, voices kind of go up at the end.

And your voice didn't do that, so…

Okay, could you,

pretty please with sugar on top,

help me study so that I don't fail spectacularly?

Better. But no.

Come on. Do me a solid.

I mean, you kind of owe me for that sneak peek.

- That was an honest mistake. - Was it?

I mean, tons of girls would have paid good money for the view you got, so…

I'm scarred for life. If anything, you owe me.

Well, I have to ace the oral presentation, or I can't play.

Believe it or not, I have priorities that have nothing to do with hockey.

Find another tutor, dude.

dTurns out I'm still 20d

dWhen I'm acting middle-aged d

dSame old conversation d

dAll the small talk that I hate d

dAnd I never thought I'd say it d

dBut I'm sick of everyone d

dI need to sweat it out d

dI need to have some fun d

dGet the girls in the car take the car to the club d

dGirls gonna dance and the boys gonna love d

dThis, licking their lips d

dWishing they had their big-boy hands all on my hips d

dEverybody's on some drugs, everybody wants some love d

dI don't want shit I don't need to chase that hit d

dLong as I got my boys and girls I'm rich…d

Shit.

Hey. You wanted to talk to me?

If this is about being late, I have a new idea for a shortcut.

Oh.

Oh, you have your bad news face.

It's your scholarship.

It's not happening this year.

- What? - Budget cuts.

Don't even get me started.

No, we're three weeks into the semester. How-- How can--

No. No, they can't. No.

We'll get you an appointment with the financial aid office.

They can help.

They're just gonna give me another work-study job.

I can barely do all my schoolwork as it is.

Oh, my God.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't stop breathing.

You need air to process and live.

Yeah, I also need money.

Is there another scholarship I could apply for?

Another classical composition scholarship?

Well, I could switch concentrations. Performance?

Girl, we both know you're a much stronger composer than clarinetist,

and there's no money in classical.

Well, jazz. Jazz. I could write jazz.

Even less money, right?

What do I do?

Well, let's chat again on Monday after you've had a few days to sit with this.

Hey, Hannah, we're gonna get through it, okay?

I could write pop.

First place comes with a scholarship, right?

Right, but--

You just said that I'm a stronger composer than clarinetist moments ago.

And I wrote an outstanding piece

on pop harmonies in your music theory class freshman year.

- I mean, your word, "outstanding." - It's true.

Not many people can write so eloquently

about the harmonic vocal identities in the work of One Direction.

Yeah, see? Yeah, I can totally pop.

How hard can it be, really?

Famous last words, because the competition,

it's pretty steep.

No, I can do this.

I will do this.

Okay.

Bring some ideas into class.

- And we'll talk. - Okay.

Dean!

Dean!

Where are you at?

Dean!

Do not give me the silent treatment.

He's taking the world's longest shower.

- Still? - At least the door's shut this time.

Logan, drain's clogged again.

No shit. Finish your fucking shower, I'll come fix it.

Dean, come help with the kegs.

I told you, I'll be right down.

Yeah, but when?

You want me to come down naked, Tucker?

Because I'll do it.

He sure will.

Never mind. Forget I asked.

Maybe Garrett will help.

Where the fuck is Garrett?

- Hmm. - Guys?

- Hey, what's up, buddy? - What's up, G?

- Hi, Garrett. - Garrett!

- Hey! - Hey.

Hi.

- Yo, Garrett. What up? - What's up, bud?

Can't wait for the Eastwood game tomorrow.

- Ladies. - Hey.

Oh, it's Garrett.

Deanie.

- Smells good, Tuck. - Thank you.

Dean? Dean.

Dude, can't you see I'm cooking, man?

Same, bro.

I just fixed the shower. Again.

Give you one guess.

Oh, jeez.

Well, that could be anyone.

Fuck, dude. It's obviously yours, bud.

- Don't look at me. - What?

Shower sex is hot.

So the next time a drain gets clogged in this house, you get to fix it.

Yeah, like Dean's ever snaked a drain.

Have you ever snaked a drain?

I know what snaking a drain is. I mean, that counts, right?

Hey, what are these dainty fucking sandwiches you're making, Tuck?

It's a house party. We need dippables.

I'm sorry, did you just--?

Yeah, he just said "dippables"?

- Dippables. - Dippables!

Okay.

Dippables.

None for you, Logan, if you're gonna make fun of my food.

Dude, it's beautiful, man. They look great.

What are we listening to?

There we go.

Hey, can you play something from this millennium, please?

This is a classic.

dNow listen d

dNot a dime, I can't pay my rent d

dI can barely make it through the week d

I would not have pegged you for an oldies guy.

Kendall.

Graham.

I brought you a refill.

One's my max

night before a game.

So strict.

Are you also strict about

non-alcoholic kinds of fun?

Like what?

dI'm so into you I can barely breathe d

dAnd all I want to do is to fall in deep d

dClose ain't close enough til we cross the line…d

Hey, so for your pop showcase tour de force,

are we feeling vocal vibes or mayhem?

I don't know. I feel like I'm more of a Taylor than a Gaga.

You haven't fallen in love enough times to be a Taylor.

Yes, I have.

With who?

- Okay, fine. - Exactly.

You never have crushes.

The fact that you are down bad for Justin Kohl

is totally a sign that he's special.

So be Taylor and do something about it.

dA little less conversation d

dAnd a little more touch my body d

d'Cause I'm so into you d

dInto you, into you…d

Have you seen him?

He's so much easier to look at than talk to.

Come on, just because he can play the guitar and has tiny tattoos

doesn't make him some untouchable rock god.

What are you afraid of?

I-I don't know.

Okay, maybe I talk to him, and his accent makes me melt,

and it goes terribly.

Or he's just not interested, and then I never feel this way

about anyone ever again.

Or maybe…

Or maybe?

I'm not you, Allie

I can't just find a husband day one of college.

I can't talk to a guy like it's no big deal.

I walked in on Garrett Graham in the shower,

and I fell over a laundry cart.

- You did what? - I don't want to talk about it.

You saw Garrett Graham naked?

- What did he look like? - He looked naked.

And then I fell, which is my point.

I can't do this.

Oh, okay. I have an idea.

Literally everyone's going to block party tomorrow,

including Justin, probably.

When's an easier time to talk to a guy than a party?

Well, I don't like parties.

But you love music.

No, I need to work on my showcase song.

- That's an excuse, and you know it. - No, it's not.

I want to present a demo in my class next week.

So pull an all-nighter.

I think I'm spending the night at Sean's anyway.

You'll have the place to yourself.

- But I-- - No, Hannah.

I'm not letting you off the hook this time.

If you want to be a Taylor, you have to take a risk.

dI'm so into you d

dInto you, into you d

dI'm so into you d

dInto you, into you d

dI'm so into you d

dInto you, into you…d

dI want you like the pills behind the counter that hit d

dI want you so bad my fingers shook with it d

dAnd we could have all of the money in the world d

dBut all the money the in world couldn't buy us this d

dYou're somebody else d

dThey don't know, but we will d

dI change my hair, you change your clothes d

dMy cheap tattoos, they feel like home d

dKiss me 'til my lips are bruised d

dI promise no one's watching you d

dNot just a body, you're somebody, what a body d

dYou're somebody to me d

dNot just a body, you're somebody, what a body d

dWant your body on me d

dNot just a body, you're somebody, what a body d

dYou're somebody to me d

dNot just a body, you're somebody, what a body d

dWant your body on me d

dIt's ironic and it might take you by surprise d

dMy boxer shorts are super dry d

dI change my hair, you change your clothes d

dMy cheap tattoos, they feel like home d

dPeople talk but I don't care d

dSo can you run your fingers through my hair?d

dPeople talk, I know they do d

dLet's let them talk about me and you d

dNot a body, not a body d

dYou're somebody to me d

dNot just a body, you're somebody d

dWhat a body, you're somebody to me d

dNot just a body, you're somebody d

- dWhat a body, you're somebody to me d - Oh!

Ugh!

I've missed you.

I've been busy at practice.

Yeah, no, it's-it's not a judgment.

I just missed you.

Hm.

Did you miss me?

Um…

Wow.

Okay, guess I misread this.

No.

Well, I mean, yeah, you kind of did.

But, you know, Kendall, I've been very up-front.

My whole life is morning workouts, class, practice, repeat.

The whole team has practice, Garrett, okay?

- They still have lives. - Yeah.

I mean, well, none of them were drafted by the Bruins.

So you're special.

That's not…

No, I was just made captain.

So the Bruins are watching every game. How I play, how I behave.

I can't lose focus.

So like I said before, all I can offer is casual.

Yeah, well, I don't want that anymore, okay?

I… I want to be your girlfriend.

Why?

Hey, I mean, like, what I mean is…

What's my favorite band?

My major?

How do I like my coffee?

What's my mother's name?

Look, I don't know any of those answers about you either,

so maybe…

you just want to be with the guy headed to the NHL,

or you've deluded yourself into thinking that I'm someone

I never pretended to be.

But, um, either way,

you deserve better.

Fuck you, Garrett.

Yeah, fuck me.

There's a lot of hype around these young guys.

The Bruins are putting a lot of faith, a lot of stock in Garrett Graham.

He has the ability and the potential

- to be a generational player. - Wow, really?

Garrett is the type of player who has that tenacity,

but I'm betting that Garrett Graham proves me right.

dIf you got a lady and you want her gone d

dBut you ain't got the guts d

dShe keeps nagging at you night and day d

dEnough to drive you nuts d

dFor a fee, I'm happy to be d

dYour backdoor man d

dWhoo d

dDirty deeds d

dDone dirt cheap d

dDirty deeds d

dDone dirt cheap d

dDirty deeds done dirt…d

That was a good one, that was a good one.

Oh, I take it back!

dDirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap d

Move! Move! Come on! Come on!

dOh d

Go big, bro!

Bang, bang.

You know what I mean?

Come on!

Move! Move! Come on!

dDirty deeds d

dDirty deeds done dirt cheap d

dYeah d

We weren't dating.

You kind of were.

Yeah, you and Kendall have been hooking up all semester.

- House says… - Aye!

Nay.

- Nay. - Okay, Dean agrees with you.

Which kind of just proves you're wrong.

- Fuck. - You know,

I don't have to take this slander.

I am a responsible, upstanding member of society.

Dean?

I'll be ready in 30 minutes.

Thirty minutes?

- Maybe an hour? - That's ambitious.

All right, he gets a half hour. If he's any longer, we're leaving.

- Thanks, Tuck. - Yes, sir.

Is it your dad?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's got a new girlfriend. Wants me to meet her.

Ah. That's inevitable, right?

Look, I know he can be a dick.

- Oh, he's more than a dick. - Okay.

But he's still your dad.

All he cares about is hockey.

You know, I only matter because I am him.

I'm just a mini fucking Phil Graham.

Yeah, man. I mean, all you'd have to do is win a Stanley Cup,

a Norris Trophy or two,

spend more time on your hair than a Kardashian,

and bam, yeah, just like him.

Hey.

Your dad was great.

Everybody knows it.

But no one is expecting you to be him.

He is.

All our parents have expectations, G.

Shit, I'd kill for my dad to be into hockey,

let alone a damn legend.

All right?

But we're not doing this for them.

We're doing this because we love it.

Right?

Yeah.

Thanks, man.

Now take a shower. You smell like shit.

Hi.

You're in here.

Yeah, I can't pull an all-nighter in my room or I'll fall asleep.

Fair enough.

How's it going?

I have a melody. No lyrics, though.

Well, that's great. That's like halfway done, right?

No, not really. Lyrics are kind of a big thing in pop.

That's why classical is easier.

Dude, I have seen your sheet music. Classical is not easier.

Definitely is.

Have you ever written a pop song before?

Not since high school.

It'll come back to you. Like riding a bike.

Yeah, maybe.

Hey.

Be nice to my friend Hannah.

You just started writing.

These things take time, right?

What if I can't, Al?

What if I write a terrible song

and I fail the pop showcase

and I can't afford my tuition next semester?

Like, what if you're right?

If I don't fall in love, I can't be a Taylor

that can write a perfect song about love and life and heartbreak.

Hey, hey, you are setting the bar way too high.

I mean, of course you're gonna fall in love.

Someday.

Maybe it'll be with Justin. Maybe someone else.

No, I've just been staring at this blank page all night,

and I have literally no idea what it should be about.

What did you write about in high school?

- What? - You said you wrote in high school.

What did you write about?

Hannah?

Uh… nothing.

It's dumb.

Well, something will come to you, okay?

- Just give it time. - Yeah.

Hey, out of curiosity,

you weren't supposed to open at Malone's today, right?

Shit!

There you are.

Sorry, Della.

It's about time.

I ain't as young as I fucking used to be.

I can't handle this all on my own, you know?

I know. I'm sorry.

Hey.

Uh, hello.

Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Picking up a takeaway order for Justin Kohl.

Y-Yeah. No, I-I know who you are.

We've spoken kind of. Um…

Your-- Your band is really good.

Yeah, thanks.

I'm not like a creepy stalker fan or anything.

I work here, so I've heard you.

Figured. The uniform.

Right.

"I carried a watermelon."

What?

It's Dirty Dancing?

Um, Jennifer Grey has this really awkward moment with Patrick Swayze

when, uh…

Sorry, never mind. Obviously, I work here.

Look, I'm kind of in a rush. Can I…?

Oh, my God, yeah. Yeah, sorry.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Bye.

Smooth.

"I carried a watermelon"?

Did anyone ever tell you that eavesdropping is rude?

Did anyone ever tell you that your references are dated?

It's a classic.

I just came over here to see if I could place an order.

Or is it like a self-serve kind of day?

I'll be right with you.

You shouldn't fawn over him.

- What? - That guy.

You're too available.

Like the girls throwing themselves at you over there.

That's a different scenario. I don't do girlfriends. They know that.

Okay, well, congratulations, Casanova.

But I don't need your help.

- Refill? - Yeah, please.

What if I paid you?

To take your dating advice?

To tutor me, nerd.

You could just ask my name.

Usually, girls just tell me.

Come on. I'll pay you anything.

You're the only one who got an A.

So?

So, I need to play.

Why? Because you get off on beating people up?

What?

Hockey is the only non-combat sport that doesn't eject its players for fighting.

It celebrates it.

When a team is down in points, an actual strategy

is to pick a fight for morale.

Sorry.

I'm sure you're not a bad guy.

I just don't like hockey.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey.

Just talk to him.

You'll be all right.

Papa Graham.

Di Laurentis.

Great hit on McManus last week.

Bet that kid felt it in his bones.

Well, you know, got to keep them off my boys' back.

I like it. Tucker, you're looking good out there.

You're really finding your rhythm with the line.

Thanks, Mr. Graham.

Will we see you in the stands this afternoon?

Wouldn't miss it.

Mr. Graham.

Logan.

Looking handsome as ever.

You too, man. Good to see you.

Oh.

Saw that you made captain.

About time.

- I'm a junior. - Well, better late than never.

Did you drive out here to congratulate me, or make me feel like I fucked up somehow?

Look, I tried calling you earlier, but you don't answer…

I'm not here to fight.

Can we just go inside?

No. No, thanks.

- Garrett. - Dad.

Fine.

Cindy and I are getting married.

You've been dating for, like, two seconds.

- Six months. - That's not any better.

Does she even fucking know you?

- Watch it. - I don't have any time for this.

- We have a game today. - I know.

Eastwood. Our biggest rivals.

- She wants to meet you. - Your timing is fucking shit.

If you would just--

I didn't answer my phone because I don't want to talk to you.

You told me your news. Congratulations. I'll see you at the wedding.

dMake you a man and make you an animal d

- dBoy d - dFor real d

dBoy d

dStarin' at fate, I'm in the lead and I'm breaking away d

Please welcome your very own

Briar U Hawks!

d…playin' it safe d

dSurveillance the way that they runnin' my tapes d

dGot hoes in a craze like the old B2K, chaos whenever I touch down, no brakes d

dMe and HB, it's an instant slap an instant plaque, a system crash d

dI pitched it black and risked the max and anything less, I can't live with that d

dHunger for more and I still got the cravin'd

dWhat you know 'bout when the walls get to cavin'?d

dWhat you know 'bout stayin' silent and patient d

dAnd workin' out kinks before kinks work their way in…d

I think he has the potential, honestly,

to have a bigger impact than Phil ever had.

All right, I can't wait to hear what Phil has to say about that.

dStarin' at fate I'm in the lead and I'm breaking away d

dIf you not working you takin' up space d

dI'm at the table, a thousand a plate d

dHow you gon' tell me this isn't a date d

dDown the street from the Denzel estate d

dRight 'round the corner from Babyface Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean--d

dI mean, swerve d

dI know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it…d

Garrett Graham is a bigger player.

I think he can play that mean, physical, game.

But he needs to be consistent.

Bring it home, G!

Hey, come on, bro. Get your head in it.

dThis ain't a tour, this a tournament d

dIf I was stuck in a room with your shit on repeat…d

His dad certainly taught him everything he knows, right?

Phil Graham's physicality was brutal. I mean, he's always on the warpath.

Making Daddy proud, Graham?

dTake this shit where I wanna go…d

Fuck!

dMake you a million and make you a hunnid more…d

Boarding, five minutes.

Let's go, Graham. Get in the box.

Oh!

I am curious to see what kind of player Garrett Graham turns out to be.

dYeah, fuck you expect, bitch?d

- He said that? - You know Garrett,

he doesn't do the girlfriend thing.

He also doesn't do the repeat hookups thing.

- You've been hooking up since summer. - Whatever.

And honestly, he's playing like shit.

Yo, Graham's playing like shit.

I told you they're fucking losers.

Ha-ha. Let's hope they keep at it.

We'll destroy them.

Hell, yeah, let me get some of that, Delaney.

Gotcha, bro.

Whoa.

Hey, Garrett!

Hey, the game's not over!

dI was justified when I was five d

dRaising Cain, I spit in your eye d

dTimes are changing, now the poor get fat d

dBut the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back d

dOh-oh-oh d

dEat meat on a Friday, that's all right d

dI even like steak on a Saturday night d

dOoh, oh d

dI get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue d

dOoh-ooh-ooh d

dI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch d

dOh, the bitch is back d

dStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact d

dI can bitch, I can bitch, 'cause I'm better than you d

- dIt's the way that I move d - Whoo!

dIt's the things that I do, oh-oh-oh d

dHey, hey, hey, hey d

dI entertain by picking brains d

dSell my soul by dropping names d

dI don't like those, my God, what's that?d

dOh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back d

dOh-oh-oh d

dI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back d

dStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact d

dI can bitch, I can bitch…d

Thanks, Deanie!

Logan, Logan.

Here we go. Here we go.

- Hey, Tuck. - dWhoa d

- dHey, hey, hey, hey d - Your sub!

Whoo!

Yes!

dOh, oh, oh d

Welcome back, man!

Yeah, I thought we lost you for a minute there.

dI'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back d

dStone-cold sober, as a matter of fact d

dI can bitch, I can bitch, 'cause I'm better than you d

dIt's the way that I move d

dThe things that I do, oh-oh-oh d

dHey, hey, yeah d

Whoo!

dBitch, bitch d

dThe bitch is back d

dOh, hey, bitch, bitch d

dThe bitch is back d

dOh, bitch, bitch…d

It's not on the one. It's not the mambo.

It's a feeling. A heartbeat.

Don't try so hard.

Close your eyes.

- What are you doing? - Watching a movie.

I mean, why are you in bed?

Because I'm watching a movie.

But we talked about this. You promised.

Sean, convince Hannah to come out with us.

Sean, tell Allie I have zero interest.

Also, I've had a long day, and I'm watching a movie.

No, you're watching Dirty Dancing, which means you're burrowing.

Hi, babe. Good to see you too.

Whatever. Hi. I love you.

Now convince Hannah to come out. It's block party, Hannah.

If you don't give in now, she'll just keep at it until you do.

And if you still don't,

she'll text you all night, distracting you.

Well, the power of "do not disturb."

That doesn't matter. She's coming.

I don't-- What just happened?

Justin Kohl just happened.

- Uh, Dexter's already there. - And so is Justin fucking Kohl.

And he's there alone, which means Hannah's gonna slide right in.

- No, no, I have nothing to wear. - Okay.

Well, that's not even remotely true.

Come on, I'll pick out your outfit. You just do your makeup.

But really try to look hot, Hannah.

Do I not normally?

You just look…

Sean, help me.

I plead the Fifth.

Fine, okay, I'll do your makeup too.

Just hustle before Justin leaves.

dStay, stick around d

dPlease don't…d

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh! Ooh!

Yes, bitch!

That is what I'm talking about, honey.

Okay, don't look now, but Justin is right--

I just said don't look now.

Now you have to go over there.

No, I talked to him earlier. It was not good.

Just-- Just stop overthinking this.

You know, this is why we pregame.

Now put on your big-girl pants and go talk to him.

I can get us more shots if you need them.

Liquid courage.

- No peer pressure. - How is that--?

Hannah's friend from high school that got roofied?

We are not pressuring Hannah to drink in public.

We are only pressuring Hannah to finally talk to Justin fucking Kohl.

Right?

Fine. But can we dance first?

Hell yeah, we can.

dOh, oh d

dI don't want to live without you d

dOh, oh d

- dI don't want to live without you d - Thank you so much.

You know, if you pick your head up three inches,

there's a party.

The waitress from Malone's, what's her name?

It's Hannah.

What?

Idiot.

Dude, she's waited on us like 17,000 times.

Who, she has?

Yeah, you seriously haven't noticed her?

All right, we're doing shots. We're doing shots, boys.

Come on.

Bro, I'm watching you spill it.

- Come on, buddy. - Have some faith.

Thank you very much.

- Take your tampon out and relax. - Okay. Yep.

Got a little bit of luck goin' on.

You drinking tonight, G?

Uh, yeah. So it seems.

Okay.

Here's to me, here's to you. Fuck the rest, we're Briar U.

- Yes, sir. Come on. - Good one, Deanie.

- dHoping that I'm getting better d - Cheers, boys.

dTill I'm d

dDoing business on the top of the roof d

dThey told me to leave d

dBut I don't want to leave without you d

dYou're so patient with the animals too d

dIf you give me your keys, I'll go and pick up the soup d

dOh, oh, oh, oh d

dI don't want to live without you d

dOh, oh, oh, oh d

dOh, oh, oh d

dI don't want to live without d

Thanks so much!

Fuck yeah!

dSo good, the sound of crypto bros d

dEat in Cubanos by myself d

dMet up with Maine, bought cocaine d

dClothes in the lobby waiting for me d

dAnd I'm on the list with that girl…d

Um, hello?

dWe're on the rocks but now we're okay d

dPlayin' DJ…d

All yours, princess.

d…in the Escalade d

dYeah, we're okay eatin' sushi long as Playboy pays d

dAlone in Miami…d

dAlone in Miami d

dAlone, alone d

dAlone in Miami d

dAlone, alone, alone d

Okay, you're ready.

- No, I'm not. - Don't worry, we'll be watching.

Perfect.

Okay, give me your coat.

- Mm-hmm! - Ooh!

- You got this. - You got it, go!

dDancing around and spilling wine d

dYou look good…d

- Yes. - Fuck.

dSteam in the shower, singing Sly, wash your bone d

dWe're gonna need a little bit more soap…d

Yeah, wet T-shirt contest.

Hey, you-- You okay?

Yeah, uh…

Stupid shoes.

I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier.

I'm a musician too.

Writer, not performer.

Sick, yeah. What kind of stuff do you write?

Uh, classical, mostly.

Classical.

Uh, but I'm trying out other styles too.

Like pop, folk, R&B.

Uh…

rock, electronic.

Uh, but mostly pop, though.

- And classical… - Wellsy.

- Garrett? - Babe.

I am always telling you to wear your jacket. You never do.

Oh, no!

No, no, no. You come here.

What…?

Hey.

- I'm, uh… - I know who you are, man.

Yeah, you were gnarly at Eastwood today.

- Yeah. Thanks, man. - No worries.

You're a hockey fan?

Uh, yeah. My dad played.

Nothing like Phil Graham

but, uh, yeah, we'd watch together.

You're Hannah, right?

- Yeah. - Hannah Wells.

Right.

Yeah, well, it was nice to meet you officially.

- Aww. - Oh, okay.

- See you around. - Sweet.

Yeah.

What the hell was that? And how do you suddenly know my name?

Don't worry about it. And you're welcome.

For?

Now Jacob knows you who are.

- Justin. - Whatever.

Look, guys like that only want what someone else has,

especially when that someone is a Briar U athlete.

You really have a healthy opinion of yourself, don't you?

I actually thought that was pretty modest.

I could have said starting center, team captain,

highest scorer for two seasons straight.

It worked, didn't it?

Why do you care? I haven't been particularly nice to you.

You're a music major, right?

I saw your Instagram.

You, uh…

You sort of disappear when you play.

I don't mean that in a bad way.

I mean, uh, you love it. I can tell.

Don't you love hockey like that?

I don't know.

It's just something…

I've always done…

to impress my dad.

And does it?

Nothing impresses him.

Not really.

What about your mom?

She, um…

uh, she died.

A while back.

Cancer.

Oh, I…

Look…

I don't believe in favors or shortcuts.

I don't want to pass this class because somebody handed me the grade.

I want to earn it.

And I'm pretty sure you're the only one that can help me do that.

So what? I help you study for the midterm, and you play my fake boyfriend

to get Justin's attention?

Something like that.

Well, you'd still have to pay me.

Obviously.

Don't forget.

I'm not your girl, Graham.

"This is my dance space, this is your dance space.

I don't go into yours, you don't come into mine."

You've seen Dirty Dancing.

It was my mom's favorite movie.

Still a dated reference, though.

Asshole!

See? Hey, this is why this is perfect.

You're not interested in me, and I'm not interested in a relationship.

So this arrangement is mutually beneficial?

Purely transactional.

So?

Deal.

dOh, oh, dancing with myself d

dDancing with myself d

dWhen there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove d

dI'm dancing with myself d

dOh, oh d

dOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh d

For this plan to work, we have to sell it.

If we're gonna be fake dating, there needs to be real kissing.

Whoa, easy. I just met you.

What are we gonna do, hold hands?

You seriously think that's gonna get Justin's attention?

- Is he looking? - No.

He's looking now.

This won't make your friendship weird at all?

If we're gonna convince anyone that we're hooking up

you can't blush whenever I come near you.

Get over yourself, I don't blush.

Oh, yeah?

See? Nothing.

Not bad.

Me and you on the Bruins. That's the dream, right?

Garrett Graham doesn't do girlfriends. What's really going on?

Oh, my God. Justin's here.

Be cool. You're with me.

He is not just some random guy I want to hook up with.

He is a talented musician who I respect.

Why don't you tell me what you think the song is about.

Like being in love with someone who doesn't see you.

She's not my girlfriend.

But you clearly want her to be.

You're not taking us, this, seriously.

Watch the player, not the puck.

What the hell does that mean?

It means, trust me.

dIf I looked all over the world d

dAnd there's every type of girl d

dBut your empty eyes seem to pass me by d

dI'm dancing with myself d

dSo let's sink another drink d

dIt'll give me time to think d

dIf I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance d

dI'm dancing with myself d

dOh, oh, dancing with myself d

dIf there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove d

dI'm dancing with myself d

- dOh, oh-oh d - dSweat! Sweat! Sweat!d

- dOh, oh-oh d - dSweat! Sweat!d

dI've looked all over the world d

dAnd there's every type of girl d

dBut your empty eyes seem to pass me by d

dYou left me dancing with myself d

dSo let's sink another drink d

dIt'll give me time to think d

dIf I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance d

dI'd be dancing! Dancing!d

dDancing with myself d

dOh, oh-oh, dancing with myself d

dIf I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance d

dOoh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh d

dOoh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh!d